Is it hard being a daisy? No shelter, always dependent upon whatever comes its way? Or is their life's simplicity what draws us to them?
The things we own clutter our lives, need attention, take our time. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to get rid of half of all the things I own. Would I feel so free that I would turn around and get rid of half of the remaining possessions?
The problem? Making the choices. Do we hold onto that table to give to the kids when they start their own home? Do we keep items for a rainy day or an uncertain future? At what point do we get rid of items and trust that God will provide? And at what point do we keep things as wise stewards?
Ah! The desire for wisdom!