I stand corrected;  apparently one woman’s junk is sometimes just that:  one woman’s junk and not anyone else’s treasure.  this reality was revealed to me as a result of yesterday’s garage sale; where based on sales, or more accurately the lack of sales, I was forced to conclude that my junk is actually, really, truly just that — junk.  I’ve been fooling myself, but no one else was fooled.  or maybe shoppers are searching for a different kind of treasure nowadays?  treasure that doesn’t require them to build bigger barns or to acquire more storage units. maybe shoppers are starting to store their treasures in heaven (see previous post for full disclosure) so they have no need of my “stuff”.

“Blessed is the man who finds wisdom, the man who gains understanding, for she is more profitable than silver and yields better returns than gold.  She is more precious than rubies; nothing you desire can compare  with her.”  (Isaiah 3:13-15)

sincerely,         Grace Day