This is the third in a series written by Malcolm Marler and Mary Bea Sullivan, husband and wife, about their journey as Mary, an author, prepares to go to Virginia Theological Seminary. Malcolm is a director of pastoral care at a hospital in Alabama.
“They have met our counter-offer, but there’s one thing.” Malcolm was standing with the phone in his hand, having just hung up with our realtor.
“What’s the ‘one thing?'” I asked suspiciously. “They want the furniture.” He replied.
I stood dumbfounded. Sure, we had talked about selling the house furnished, but I hadn’t thought about that for a long time. Besides, these guys were getting a great deal on this house, unfurnished. Not to mention, I was raised by a great negotiator and trained never to leave anything “on the table” in a deal.
“Well, I want to keep the farmhouse table I bought in North Carolina.” I called to Malcolm who had left the room. “And those blue chairs in the loft, I LOVE those chairs…And Kiki’s dresser, that is a NICE dresser…what about our bedroom furniture? We bought that together.”
I began to scan the house in my head, perusing each room for special furniture to exclude from the contract. Malcolm returned to me and smiling said, “This is freedom baby! Imagine how easy this move will be not worrying about lugging a bunch of furniture with us. Besides, this is just stuff.”
Just stuff? I thought. This “stuff” is beautiful, we have celebrated Christmas sitting on this “stuff.” We have come together as a family around the table, I have met with clients in those chairs, that rug was one of the first things I bought for myself after my divorce. I wasn’t sure Malcolm really “got it,” but we decided to wait to reply to our real estate agent. We were heading out for church anyway.
When we arrived at church our kind and caring priest, Bob Blackwell asked Malcolm how things were going with the house sale. Malcolm explained where we were in the process. Bob smiled and said, “You may want to listen to the sermon today.” Here’s the gist of what I heard from Bob’s lesson, “Let go…trust God will be there when you do…clinging holds you back…”
UGHH! I thought, Yeah, yeah, yeah, blah, blah, blah. I wanted to stand on my pew, turn my face toward the sky and yell, “Alright already I GET IT!” But of course I just sat there and smiled as if all were well in my little, soon-to-be turned upside down world.
When have you resisted letting go of something dear?
How did it work out? Help me out here!
Thanks and Namaste.