That is how much the lady at the used bookstore gave me for a big box of my tarot books and decks today.
I have been debating about what to do with these for awhile now.
Do I dramatically burn them in my driveway?
Give them to friends?
Give them to my rabbit?
I have really struggled. But in the end, I decided to sell them to the used bookstore for a tiny fraction of what they were worth.
I packed the box up a week ago, combing through my bookshelf for all the books that didn't resonate for my anymore. One by one I pulled them out, blew the dust off and packed them carefully into a big cardboard box. These are the remnants of who I used to be. The decks, especially, were ones that I loved. I would be lying if I said I didn't feel a twinge of wistfulness as I packed them up.
So why get rid of them? Because I know that I don't need them anymore. My joy is found in God. My bible is all I the 'oracle' I need. If I am troubled, I take my troubles to Jesus. I don't need to know what is coming around the bend anymore. All I need to know is that when I get there, I will be in God's presence.
I don't want to talk about your future, either. Now, if you are hurting, rather than try and give you answers, I will pray with you and for you. I will point you to the one who has healed me. I will give thanks to him for saving me and ask him to comfort you.
So why sell them? Why NOT get rid of them?
Because they were stepping stones on my journey towards God.