It's only stuff...

My wife and I went out on a date today. When we left, we still weren't quite sure where we were headed, so we pulled into the parking lot at the local high school, which is just a block down the the street from our house. As we sat and talked, I noticed that the house next to the parking lot was having a garage sale. I didn't think much of it...it was a fairly warm sunny day, a great day to clean out unwanted items. I watched as two men rolled out a large red stacking tool box and loaded it into their truck. Wow, you don't see those at garage sales too often, I thought. Then it dawned on me which house was having the sale. This house had been rocked by tragedy just a few months before. In what was termed a murder/suicide attempt, A husband shot his wife before turning the gun on himself. Fortunately, the wife survived the attempt, and was able to call for help. I didn't know the couple, although they lived just a few houses away. Close neighbors had good things to say about the man - a good neighbor, helpful, no sign of troubles. And yet here I sat, watching as what was left of his worldly possessions was carted away by bargain hunting shoppers. It was kind of a unreal moment - lots of things running through my mind. What wil be left when my life ends? I can't say that there's a lot of loot to pass on. And yet, my stuff is not who I am. It's just stuff. If anything, as we drove away, I felt the renewed idea that I should be focused on laying up treasures in heaven, and that the only thing I can leave here is memories.