Is there anything more sacred than the annual days of yard sales that spring into being on the first warm weekend of March every year?
Well, maybe sacred isn't the word, but they certainly can try the patience of a saint as you try to organize, prepare, plan, and, above all else PRAY, PRAY, PRAY!!
Each time we forge into the brave new world of yard sale bliss, I am reminded that just because I think something to be worthwhile and/or valuable doesn't mean that anyone else will.
And, conversely, those things which I believe are near the end of the spectrum of worthlessness seem to be the things that are sold the fasted and I am left to mourn that I didn't have more of that particular selection of flotsam and jetsom that has brought so much joy to people I have never met before.
While I do get a few 'regulars' from the neighborhood around me, I tend to mostly have a fine assortment of walk-ins and drive by's that the Lord directs to my house. LITERALLY.
I am allowed to announce my endeavors on the local AM radio station (WKAC 1080 AM) for FREE just so long as I am able to get in on the phone lines and make my announcement. The spot for one of the coveted 'hear my own redneck, country-fried diction' keeps the radio station's switchboard lit up like the proverbial Christmas tree.
I'm glad Beth didn't hear my announcements on the station. She laughed out loud when she heard my native speech thicken into a heavy drawl as I worked with my customers. So, had she heard me on the radio, she might have required a stretcher to carry her away from laughing herself to death.
Hmmmm, I guess that makes me a lifesaver since she was spared that little foray into broadcast insanity.
The Lord blessed us mightly in our sales. And I have indeed thanked Him and will continue to thank Heavenly Father for all of his help. I have no doubt that He directed people to my door not only to shop but to declare from many different mouths that they had been looking for 'one of these' for a long time.
My son will appreciate their contributions to his mission fund. And I DO plan to tell how this miracle of funding all worked out. After my nap.
Three straight days of sales has left me sore, stiff and with a back pain that reminds me that my younger days truly are over as far as heavy lifting goes.
I wonder if I have enough stuff to do this all over again in a couple of weeks?
