As I have mentioned in previous posts, I attempting to declutter my house. I started this challenge with a small degree of arrogance about the amount of stuff I have and how much would actually need to be discarded. I am blown away each week when a new room reveals the enormity of my collection of stuff. I always assumed that since the visible areas were kept relatively clean and organized, I was good. I was wrong!
I am a closet collector (okay, maybe hoarder is a better word). I have made it habit to pack away unsightly items and extra things in closets, cabinets and decorative boxes. On the surface, it looks like everything is under control. But when you open the closet door, an embarrassing array of crap tumbles out.
Going through the items is rough. Apparently, I am a bit sentimental when it comes to discarding my children’s paraphernalia. But the other stuff, the boring mundane stuff, is hard to slog through as well. I can make all the excuses that I want to: the shredder broke, I didn’t have time to finish that scrapbook, etc., but when it comes down to it, I simply lacked the wherewithal to take care of it when it needed to be done. Instead of paying a bill on time, I placed it in the to-be-paid box with a half a dozen other bills because we didn’t have the money. Instead of filing everything in a timely manner, I placed those papers in another box to be dealt with later. The office area may have looked presentable, but it was chaos.
When tax time comes and I am frantically looking through old papers for all the receipts and other items I need to find, I promise myself that I will never do this again. But something happens, I lose focus and the never ending piles of paper continue to grow even though we are supposedly moving towards a paperless society.
The clutter creates confusion which creates chaos which creates a confounding demoralization in my life. It needs to be dealt with before its gets out of hand.
Sometimes it is the same within our own lives. We think we have a certain situation under control. We ignore it, we shut it up in a decorative box and push it in a corner where it sits and rots and starts to stink until we take the lid off the box and deal with the issue. It can be a big thing or a small thing, but ignoring a problem is rarely ever a good solution.
If I want to be useful to God, I can’t cram all the unsightly things that surface into the basement of my soul. I need to address them and move on. I need to be as transparent as possible to everyone around me so they can see God in me, not a lot of unresolved problems that I lacked the courage and discipline to deal with initially.
The clutter that has accumulated in my life is just as intrusive as the clutter that has accumulated in my house. I can’t keep pushing everything to the side.
God is the great healer. He can heal me from the pain of a shattered past so I don’t have to pretend to be something I am not. That doesn’t mean there won’t be a little dust on my mantle from time to time, but at least the decorative storage boxes can be discarded because I no longer need them.
I am a Christian, a wife, a mom, and a part-time basket case who wants to be a full time writer.