I begun packing a few days ago. Getting laundry done, making lists, putting cloths in piles ect ect. Im usually a last minute packer, but Im trying to be more organized this time.

Packing for 9 months can be hard. We wont get to do laundry often, so I want to bring enough that I wont smell rank, but I don't want to bring too many things. I don't want to be the girl that brings everything she owns, but I don't want to have too little either.

This spring after watching the movie "Into the Wild" I decided I had a lot of things I didn't need. So I went threw all my cloths and shoes and threw out 2 and a half garbage bags of stuff. This makes it hard to pack some "grungy" cloths for training week when I have thrown them all out.

I sit in the spare bedroom with all my cloths neatly organized in piles, which is very unlike me. I realize how much more stuff I have accumulated since the spring. Im discussed by how many cloths I have.

I keep remembering this one boy from Ecuador that came out to camp. He wore the same shirt everyday. Did God love him any less because of this? No.

Does God love me anymore because I have lots of cloths? No. Does He love me any less because I have lots of cloths? No. They are just cloths.

"Let me not be blind with privilege

Give me eyes to see the pain

Let the blessing You've

poured out on me

Not be spent on me in vain

Let this life be used for change"

(Starfield)

I am privileged. God has blessed me. I can go out and buy a new shirt when I like to. I can go out to eat for lunch, like I did today. Im thankful for the life I have but I don't want to take advantage of it.  And Im willing to lose it if God asks me to.