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Lately, I've been pondering a few quotes a friend of mine wrote down as we were discussing how overwhelmed I get with too much STUFF.

"What you NEED is buried underneath what you THINK you have to have."

"GOOD things are the enemy of the BEST things."

These quotes are helping me tremendously as I strive towards de-cluttering my home.  But, I think they have pretty amazing spiritual implications as well.

I'm going to try a little experiment.  Quickly, without too much analyzing (like that is really possible...this is me we are talking about) I am going to fill in the following blanks:
 ___________ is buried underneath ____________
 ____________ is the enemy of _______________
with the first things that pop into my head.

Whoops, I said I wasn't going to analyze...but I'm analyzing so I want to provide the following disclaimer before you write me off as a friend:

These thoughts are not coming from a standpoint of judgement.  And, I am in no way planning to quit all of the GOOD things in my life.  I am just pondering what I want my primary focuses to be on in this mega short life.


"What you NEED is buried underneath what you THINK you have to have."
 ___________ is buried underneath ____________ 


REST is buried underneath BUSYNESS
PEACE is buried underneath CONTROL
NUTRITION is buried underneath MY SWEET TOOTH
ORDERLINESS is buried underneath PERFECTIONISM
GIVING is buried underneath FEAR
SOLACE is buried underneath LACK OF TRUST
FORGIVENESS is buried underneath PETTINESS
FRIENDSHIP is buried underneath INSECURITY
RESPECT is buried underneath PRIDE
TIME is buried underneath CLUTTER


"GOOD things are the enemy of the BEST things."
 ____________ is the enemy of _______________

TELEVISION is the enemy of READING
BOOKS are the enemy of the WORD
FACEBOOK is the enemy of DEEP RELATIONSHIPS
THE TELEPHONE is the enemy of PRAYER
ENTERTAINMENT is the enemy of PURITY
SMALL TALK is the enemy of FELLOWSHIP
PROJECTS are the enemy of ENJOYING MY CHILDREN
YARD SALES are the enemy of A DE-CLUTTERED HOME
MONEY is the enemy of DEPENDENCE ON GOD
COSMETIC BEAUTY is the enemy of INNER BEAUTY
(Focusing more on my face/body than my heart)

If you'd like to fill in a few blanks - feel free to comment.  I'd love to hear from you.

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