The bag was not the problem, it was my heart that was in the wrong side of the spectrum. I had a wake up call and recognized that I lost my way. So, I began appreciating those things that really matters in life again.
I had a total of 4 luxury bags: 1 Prada (this was trashed because I was feeling broken and repented of my vanity, so trashing this was freeing myself from materialism), 1 Tory Burch (trashed, mid-luxury), 2 LV wallets sent to the Salvation Army. I know I could had sell them but I wanted to give something valuable back. I though the Salvation Army would be so happy to sell some valuable items. I love the Salvation Army because they are always helping the community and reaching people with Yah's (God's) word.
And no, I am not looking for praise, I am just raising awareness that there are institutions helping people in need. We all should get better at giving and when donating, let's bring good stuff. Not old things falling apart, because these organizations are proven to help in natural disasters, when some families can't afford to pay bills they help, they feed people...they do a lot for the people in need.
Don't praise me, don't think good of me because this was the right thing to do. Whenever I was in a store I would take a look of other women hand bags. I was so proud of having a better bag (oh, I want to vomit). Sometimes I would feel nudged about this but ignored it with the thought of "you deserve it, you work hard, etc."
Being honest, I don't know if I ever want to own luxury items in the future. I will not close the door, but when I woke up because of a rude awakening, I understood I can be gone at any moment. We are made from dirt and to dirt we will go back. Luxury is not my life nor my identity, Yahusha is (Jesus). I don't want to ever fall on this pride trap ever again so, time will tell if this was a stumbling rock or if my heart settings needed to be adjusted.
It is not easy to talk about this, about my truths, about how I have fallen, my mistakes...this is hard to talk about.
But at the same time I feel free, I am free.
This was a nice vintage bag. I love antique-vintage items and this bag served me well. But what it represented was not ok.
It was an idol.
Keep Moving Forward,
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