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7 Quick Takes- Who knew you could get philosophical about a garage sale??

Thanks, Jen, for hosting!

Before I get all philosophical about garage sales, I just want to remind you all that registration for the second annual Run for the Little Flowers has opened.  So, register and spread the word.  And, I am having an online fundraiser for our adoption and to offset some of the costs I will incur from managing the run, so please check it out here and consider buying something for a great cause.

1.  2nd yard sale this weekend!
OK, so no pictures this time around.  We have less, although that does not seem right because we currently have two extra couches and an extra chair in our living room.  At least we can still walk through our living room, which I consider a huge win! So many people have donated more items.  Luckily, I have been able to sell lots online already to lessen the clutter in our house and to keep my stress at a minimum. But, by the end of last week, we started to hit our threshold with amount of stuff and level of stress, so our second yard sale is this weekend!  The weather will be perfect (God is so good!). 

This has been an amazing process and I am learning A LOT.  Here are just some of the things I have learned.
2.  The goodness and generosity of others.
If I could truly express to those who have donated items, spent hours loading and unloading their vehicles for us, bringing us items that are worth more than just a few dollars (read expensive antiques), they would all see how FULL they have made my heart.

It has not been about the items, or the money raised for the adoption.  Those are the ends of this process, but what I am enjoying so much is being touched by the goodness of others.

Last week, I had a STRANGER (a friend of a friend) bring a truck of furniture to our house and then hand me $100 for "the cause", as he called it.  He left my house, and I teared up.  This man did not know me, our family.  Yet, he took time out of his schedule to do something kind for us.  He gave us his hard-earned money, so that we could add to our family and give an orphan an home.

But he is not the only one . . . I had another family spend HOURS bringing furniture to our house for us to sell.  I have had other friends, slip me extra money and donate furniture that has been in their family for years.  While, so many of them say, "It is nothing." or "We needed to get rid of it anyway.", they dismiss the GOOD they are doing.  I am so grateful.

3. I love old furniture
We have had lots of furniture pass through our house over the last few weeks.  And, I have realized I LOVE old furniture.  I love the large clunky dressers made of solid wood that show battle scars and scratches from the years.  I love the history and family stories they carry with them.  If I had limitless money and a much larger house, I would probably have much more of the this furniture than my husband and kids would like.   Maybe it is my love for history in general, but I think of the stories that these pieces have witnessed, but cannot tell.  And it makes me smile.

This furniture has stood the test of time and still continues to serve.  Things are just not built that way anymore.  While I love modern furniture, I wonder how many people will still have their Ikea dressers 50 years from now.  No, give me the good old furniture that was built in the good old days!

4. I could fund our entire adoption selling other people's stuff
Seriously.  If I had endless time, and a place to store it all, I would, and totally could, fund our adoption by selling items other people do not want anymore. 

So, if you are looking for a good side business, I have a great one!

5. Raising money takes WORK
My parents instilled in me a strong work ethic. If you want something, you work HARD for it.  If you want money, you work hard for it.  And fundraising for this adoption is hard work.  This yard sale is HARD work.  I am thankful for it, because it makes me appreciate the end result so much more.  And I am realizing that this is just the beginning.  We want to raise the full amount of the adoption, almost $30,000.  And while it would be nice to win the lottery, or have a mysterious donor donate a large sum (I can send you my address if you need it :-) ), there are more lessons, more gifts in the toil of it all.

6. We are such a consumeristic society
 (Did I just make up that word??)
As if I did not already know that, but when your house is full of other's items, and your own that you are preparing to sell, items that are excess, things not wanted, not needed, you come face to face with that reality.  I have been hit, hard, with the fact that we live in such a society of excess.  We spend so much money on things that we simply do not need . . . some we never even use.  It has made me reevaluate what is important and truly where our money goes.  Do I really need that nice new living room furniture that I so desperately want, or do I give it up and keep our old hand me downs so we can spend that money on something far more lasting and worthwhile?  For me, the answer has become so clear . . .

7.  To help give hope and a future

How could I choose a new house, and new couch, a new anything, over this smile??  Yep, the answer is so clear.  I want to be part of giving hope and a future to a little life. 

Happy weekend everyone!


  1. Katie,
    Isn't it wonderful to see how God will use people to help the orphans? It really does seem that at times we have not because we ask not. I know that my husband and I were so bashful about asking people to help us fund our adoption. However, as I look back, I wonder how many people would have loved to have helped.

  2. This is all so great. So glad people are being so generous to you...good luck with the sale!


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