I feel like my life is a big, unfinished cleaning project. At its start everrything was pulled out. Nothing was put back into place without careful thought. Piles were gone through; things were given their proper place. Gold was treasured. Trash was trashed, and clay pots were put to good use.
Then somewhere along the line I decided I’d rather have my life look clean than be clean. I took everything still scattered about the room and put it into boxes and put the boxes out of site. Gold went undiscovered and trash was allowed to remain and rot.
I’ve had my pretty life, but I’m not sure how much longer I can keep it. The trash in the closets is growing. I just keep adding junk to junk. Soon it is going to burst, something must be done.
But I do nothing. I’m paralyzed by the size of the project. I’m overwhelmed, I don’t know where to start. I’m scared to open the closets and sort through them. I’m not even sure I know how to.
By God’s grace, let the cleaning begin.
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