Last night a strong urge to clean came over me. Don’t ask me why it often hits me at such unusual times. Some call it procrastination to avoid more pressing tasks, some need it in order to fully function. For me, it might be a bit of both.
Once in a while it’s good to take stock.
To examine what I have on my shelves and in my drawers and decide which of these things I truly need.
To sift through the stacks of books and boxes full of nonsense.
To realize that things I once bought or held onto for so long are no longer needed.
To get rid of objects simply taking up space and dust in your drawers.
To regain control over the chaos, make space in my head and heart.
To discover long-forgotten treasures and fall in love with them all over again.
It is exhausting and tiresome, but when I clean out drawers and shelves, I learn.
Once in a while it’s time for a spiritual clean-up.
To take stock of my faith and ideas.
To examine what I have been taught and decide what I actually believe.
To sift through the limiting boxes I have put God in.
To realize that the doctrines I once held onto so tightly no longer explain the God I have come to know now.
To get rid of empty forms cluttering my mind and deafening the spirit.
To rediscover old practices and fall in love with truths my soul has known all along.
To make space to breath and new life to come in.
It is risky and often painful, but when I clean out my life and faith, I grow.
When was your last clean-up? What have you gotten rid of? Which truths have you rediscovered?
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What’s going is too many spoken words…. less is more. I’d rather write and save on energy, unless theres real need to chat on. And this from a person who loves to talk talk😅. Thankyou for much needed wisdom. 🌻
Yes, less is often more. Good luck on being silent more often!
It is risky to take of things around the house and especially in our lives! I want to make more space so that my mind and heart can breathe! Thanks for sharing! Visiting from FMF #46 this week.
Thank you, Pam!
It’s time for reassessment,
a time for taking stock,
for to my mild embarrassment
I can no longer talk.
Speech is lost to cancer
and I must therefore sign
each question and each answer,
and it does take time.
I therefore have to plan the things
that I truly have to say,
letting go the fizz and bling
that just gets in the way.
But I find myself oddly freed
only ‘speaking’ when there is a need.
Such beautiful, painful, true words. Thank you, Andrew – as always.