Cardboard Kingdom

I'm sitting on the living room floor of a two bedroom aparatment surrounded by our earthly belongings in stacks of carboard boxes. It is said that a man's home is his castle. I have quite a fiefdom here. It's somewhat humbling to pack up everything you own and move it from one space to another and realize that most of what you have accumulated in your entire life is stuff many people would probably just throw away. In fact, the process has engendred advice to do just that from more than one family member and other acquaintance. Here we are with another opportunity to be moving along the vector of "greatest in the Kingdom" by being a servant. In this case, serving each other in the immediate famly unit settling into a different living space. The effort to do so has been monstrously huge. And we have done this many times. It's hard to immagine that there are people who have never done this, living their entire lives in one place. Those who have endured war no doubt have the same thoughts about those who have not. Why the goal of following God has led to so much unsettledness and wandering I don't know. But here we go again. Trying to be better stewards of our lives and resources. I hope we get it right this time.