Breaking Down Boxes

“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal.  But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal.  For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.

  • Matthew 6:19-21

I do not usually start with a video, but…

This was not a paid plug for an insurance company that I have no policy with.  I am happy with USAA and have been for over 40 years.  And that is not a paid plug either.

Not long ago, I shipped a car.  In the car was an old modular stereo system that I thought my son could use.  If the parts did not work that well, he could use the furniture-style speakers as end tables.  But being a music teacher, he might enjoy the system.  He did when he was only a year old…  The thing is that the boxes were the original boxes.  I try to stay capable of mobility.

If I had the world’s strongest man break down the boxes, the only recourse would be to send the cardboard remains to a recycle center.  A few years ago, I had emptied 10-15 boxes to make room for family that came to visit, but I was running behind with my work and I had not broken down the boxes.  I needed to save the boxes for future moves or sorting.  The “family” carefully ripped the cardboard into tiny shreds without asking, making the remains unfit for anything.  Even the recycle people refused to take it and it went to the landfill.  I was livid.  I nearly cried.  I still have not replenished my box supply for that size of box.

When I break down a box, I carefully disassemble the top and bottom along the seams and then fold the box flat.  To reconstruct the box, all I must do is get some packing tape, fold the box back into a box shape, and tape the seams back again.  Stored in minimal space, but then you do not have to buy boxes when you need to ship something.

But then, I read the Scripture above from the Sermon on the Mount and if we did as Jesus commands, we would have no need for boxes.

As I look through our house at a mountain of junk that our boys would never want, I wonder why my wife and I have not moved to be near the grandchildren already.  The stuff?

No, there are a few medical procedures that should be done by the folks that started the work in the first place.  I would hate getting to a new place and explaining that steps one and two are done, but can you pick up from here?  Especially when you are just starting to establish new doctors that you can trust.

Once that is done, we might downsize in a hurry.  The less that we take with us means the less that the boys must throw away.

And besides, the only treasures that do not rust are those that await us.

Soli Deo Gloria.  Only to God be the Glory.


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  1. boxes…boxes…boxes everywhere—they were stacked flat so hight they towered over me..
    and the bags of of bubble yi yi!!!

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    • Too bad you can’t bring me the empties!!!

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      • We paid a guy who had helped unload us when we arrived— he ran his own little moving company on the side— we paid him 80 bucks and he came twice to load up all the boxes and then the bags upon bags of bubble wrap as he recycled it all for his own business— we spent a small fortune on boxes plus the boxes from the moving company— I could have built Antifa an entire city out of the boxes that they could occupy then burn 🤯

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      • The more you talk about it, the more I am deciding that we cannot afford to do this. That, or we walk away from everything.

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      • I pared down, threw out and donated— all long over due— the moving company would have done it all as we paid for them to do so but control freak me felt I still had to pack so much as I didn’t trust ‘my stuff’ to folks who I didn’t think would care for it as I did— granted they did break the leg on a couch that we let them take with them as well as a few antique side table’s legs that Gregroy could repair and they dropped a round marble top from a table that was my grandmother’s— but I found a place who could cut a new top— all in all— I should have just let them do their job— despite a few miscues— but we had so much time between closing and moving— I was simply a nervous ninny

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      • I am almost the opposite. I have moved often, much earlier in life. I have watched them, and unpacked. So I know how, but I also know I can trust most packing folks. I can supervise the truck loading, but the more I pay for, the less I have to move into a place. But I have to keep planning.

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  2. My name is Linda and I have an addiction to stuff in boxes…

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