“Material things that are lost can be found again”
When my wife and I did our premarital counseling, we discovered our love languages. The five love languages are words of affirmation, gifts, acts of service, quality time, and physical touch. It was obvious that I love gifts. (My birthday is August 18th if you all want to buy me something ;) My wife claims that she is all of the love languages, which is against the rules but that is for another blog. I think I love gifts because I like the idea of something fresh and new. It can be as simple as a new pair of socks or as big as a new car or house. The problem with new “things” is that they eventually become old. The gifts that we once loved seem to fade and we desire new gifts. The cycle continues and I have realized that if I’m not grateful for what I currently have, then I will never be grateful with more or the next new thing. I don’t think our legacy will be our things but rather will be our words, quality time spent with others, and our acts of service to others.
These last few weeks at home have been amazing with my family. During Paige’s naps, I have cleaned out my closets and went through a lot of material things that I once loved. I gave A LOT away. My step-dad said, “How can you get rid of these treasures?” I think he was mainly salty that he saw this mini coffee mug they gave me with my name on it in the “give away” pile. I’m really trying to be okay with not having all the material things in the world. Plus, I hate clutter...personal problem. I read recently that “material things that are lost can be found again.”
I want to challenge myself to shift my language to quality time. I guess having a baby shifts your mindset as to what matters to you most. Don’t get me wrong, I still will love gifts and new socks. I just don’t want this to be my main focus. I’m guessing that I’m not alone in this thinking and would challenge you to invest in the things that truly matter to you in your life. If you're like me, remember, “material things that are lost can be found again.”