Things and other things.

I would never forget the first time I got my clothes sold on eBay. It was heartbreaking.

I was not ready to say goodbye. And to force myself to do so, was so mean. I touched for the last time, the soft satin feel of my favorite dresses. And I kept worrying if the new owners will take good care of my precious skirts and love them as much as I do. I could not bear to wrap those little tops that carries with them memories from the past. And there I was, spending my afternoon, sobbing in front of the huge pile of clothes. I was not proud at all for selling the dearest things of mine. They were the best of my pride. 

Despite the repeating pain, I continued selling. And then one weird thing happened. A gentleman bought six dresses of mine saying his Lola would love to have them all. As if that was not enough a generous offer, he bid on this one blouse but insisted that I don't deliver it to him but kept the money 'if that would help me pay for college fee'. I was utterly speechless. How in the world did he know I was in need of an extra help here? And was he out of his mind to just give a stranger his money asking nothing in return? 

I thanked him for the millionth time, humbled by his kindness and the comforting message it brings when it comes to losing my attachment to things. And then it occurred to me that it took the small pain of losing my pride to receive such portion of a miraculous blessing. 

For as we loose our hold on visible things,

 the invisible become more precious.

                                                                -Elisabeth Elliot.