It's weird when God convicts you to do something. You put it off and put it off until you finally do it. But after you do it, you feel a huge weight lifted off of your shoulders.

I have been collecting baby items for about two years now. Ebay, garage sales, Target (CUTE stuff), Gap Baby....I had about four big tubs full of stuff. Little booties, a baby bouncer, onesies, teddy bears, a Baby Bjorn, even future scrapbooking stuff. It's been sitting in the back of my closet for a long time. Recently, God told me to give it away. I haven't wanted to because I guess it represented "my plan." But the truth is, I want God's plan for my life, not mine. Today at lunch, I went home and went through it all. I kept a few things for myself, just in case, but the rest I decided to give to my friends, Sunny and Stephanie, who are both due in May. I gave all the pink stuff to Stephanie (she's having a girl), the blue stuff to Sunny (boy) and then decided to give all of the neutral stuff to Sunny also, because her husband is a youth minister and they are poor poor poor.

It was hard bringing it in to give to Steph, and I almost started crying several times (I didn't though. I'm very good at sucking things in. Maybe it's a talent of mine. Lately anything "baby" makes me tear up.) But I feel so much better. It's going to be used, instead of stuck in tubs in the back of a closet. I kept the little things that meant something to me, and a couple of little toys that my friend Mindy's baby likes to play with when he comes over.

So I feel better.