The past days, as I have cleaned out clutter, reorganized spaces, and rid myself of the seldom used things; I find these hours are much more than utilitarian. I love January. I love fresh starts and new beginnings. I actually love to clean out what has become rubbish and organize my stuff for easy access and streamlined appearances. Call me crazy, but these tasks give me a great deal of pleasure.
Memories flit through my mind as I clean out the “boy’s room”. These boys are now in their 30’s. A photo, a book, a card takes me to a former time when they ran around my knees, climbed into my lap and generated fun chaos in my now quiet home. As I perform these practical tasks, my heart moves to the spiritual lessons amidst these activities. I believe God speaks to us often during our days and we in turn can converse with HIM. (What a privilege to share thoughts with the Creator of this universe, Who is my Father!)
The first of these lessons is the one of thankfulness that comes forth as I glean the blessings of those days. I am thankful for who these young men are today and that they were loaned to me to train and love. I am also reminded that life is not in our stuff. As I discard different items, I hold on to the memories associated with them and store them in my heart. Life is in the eternal, in the plans and mercies of God to lead us in those plans. Did I always know what I was doing as a young mom? No! Did I do it all right? NO! But nevertheless, God used me in those places during those days to teach and develop my sons, (and also me) to become the people He intended us to be. He was in control all the while and I never was. Yes, I did have responsibility to help clear out the rubble, to bring some order and discipline to their lives as I now bring to their former room. But all along God was in control and now at my stage of life, I see His hand and heart guiding me all through those days.
I pull aside some of the toys, (30 year old Stars Wars figures), books (Hardy Boys and a picture Bible) and a steel drum from a long ago trip. I will give these to their sons to play with and am reminded that along with these retro toys I can share with this next generation of boys the truth I shared with their dads. God reaches down through the generations with the same Truth. May I take time to share these important things with this next set of boys. May I not attempt to “win them over ” with stuff, but invest my love and time and prayers to contribute to their growth spiritually… to invest in the eternal.
So clean out that attic, organize those kitchen cabinets, but search for your own lessons. Let God speak the miraculous among the mundane. Listen with a heart of praise and gratitude to a Father who has redeemed you from the chaos and rubble of sin to give you abundant life, joy unspeakable and His very own peace. Allow Him to clear and clean out the attics of your wrong thinking, the closets of your fears, and the cabinets of your worries and settle down and abide in the clean, orderly, home of His Heart…