But there were a few lines worth quoting, one of which I myself have uttered in the past six months.
The main character, Liz Gilbert, decides to spend a year traveling to Italy, India and Bali. Before she leaves, she boxes up all of her worldly possessions and packs them into a rented storage unit. As the employee is about to close the garage door, Liz sighs and says forlornly, "My whole life fits into a 12x12 box."
The mover rolls his eyes and says condescendingly, "Lady? You know how many times I hear people say that in a week? And most of 'em don't come back for their 'whole life.'"
What a rebuke! How true is that ... we (correction: *I*) get so ridiculously caught up in the sentimental value and the walks down memory lane and the possibilities for using those art supplies 'one day' ... and then they sit there in boxes, closed up in a single garage just like this one:
Is my 'whole life' boxed up in a garage? Or is it measured in other ways?
Deuteronomy 30 says, "... the LORD is your life ..."
May it be so.
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