My closet is a farce; my drawers are a farce; my car is a farce; I try to cram everything I can into every nook and cranny; these spaces are hidden from the naked eye-until opened. I am ridiculously disorganized! It’s not all my fault. We live in a hundred year old house; there is one closet-too tiny to mention. All available drawers, cabinets, and chifforobes, are where all clothes must be folded, hung, or stuffed. I choose stuffed. Every week or so it becomes so crammed and jammed I dump it all out, trash what I can, send what I can to GoodWill, and fold the rest. My car is not usually disorganized, however, it has become the moving van whenever I go to Mother and Daddy’s estate and bring home small things that will eventually spare moving them in a big load once their house sells. To be clear, no one can ride in my car now except me, the driver!
No one would ever guess; I am the de-cluttered neat freak! A brief stroll inside and outside our house will attest to that fact! But don’t open a drawer, cabinet, chifforobe, or the one closet. You are warned!
How did I ever get to this state? Do I have too much? Do I have too little storage space? Do I need to just call GoodWill to bring a truck? I am not a hoarder; I am a sorter. I make quick work of arranging drawers; shorts in one, long pants in another, yard work clothes in yet another, and so on. It all is so nice and neat; then I start to stuff; all the folded nicely arranged clothes are now a jumbled mess. Time to redo and renew.
We have lived here over twenty years now. You’d think I would have figured out how to do this another way-but no, not yet!
Which brings me to another way I live. I cram and stuff and jam my grievances in spaces too small; they don’t fit; they spill, no they explode out and over. I sort through my emotions within a nanosecond. In other words-I don’t. Emotions unchecked, I then turn the situation, whatever it happens to be, upside down and inside out. I’ve made a mess of things again!
Dear Lord, I am so very tired of this! I must be crazy; they say the definition of crazy is doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different result. I guess that’s me! I’m harder on myself than anyone, I know that; but making my life hard seems to be a passion of mine! We seem to have this same conversation over and over again, Lord. Aren’t you tired of this, too? Consistency, that word just popped into my head. I am consistent in this unfortunate pattern. Writing, talking, and listening to You and Your Word, Lord, in that I am consistent. What are You saying? Am I expecting too much too soon? How much longer do I need to grow up and into the person You designed me to be? As long as it takes? You are a patient Father. Having faith in You, Dear Lord, seems to be miniscule in comparison to the faith You have in me. Bless You for Your Goodness, Grace, and Greater Faith in me, than I have in myself. I will plunder on, sort through, de-clutter, and preserve the good from the bad and the unwanted! Amen
Matthew 6:19-21 God’s Word Translation
Stop storing up treasures for yourselves on earth, where moths and rust destroy and thieves break in and steal. Instead, store up treasures for yourselves in heaven, where moths and rust don’t destroy and thieves don’t break in and steal. Your heart will be where your treasure is.
Luke 12:15-21 The Message
Speaking to the people, he went on, “Take care! Protect yourself against the least bit of greed. Life is not defined by what you have, even when you have a lot.”
Then he told them this story: “The farm of a certain rich man produced a terrific crop. He talked to himself: ‘What can I do? My barn isn’t big enough for this harvest.’ Then he said, ‘Here’s what I’ll do: I’ll tear down my barns and build bigger ones. Then I’ll gather in all my grain and goods, and I’ll say to myself, Self, you’ve done well! You’ve got it made and can now retire. Take it easy and have the time of your life!’
“Just then God showed up and said, ‘Fool! Tonight you die. And your barnful of goods—who gets it?’
“That’s what happens when you fill your barn with Self and not with God.”
Some Quotes About Clutter
Collect moments, not things. ~Author unknown
Please give me the discipline to get rid of the stuff that’s not important, the freedom to savor the stuff that gives me joy, and the patience not to worry about the stuff that’s messy but not hurting anybody. ~Vinita Hampton Wright, Simple Acts of Moving Forward, 2003
Happiness is a place between too little and too much. ~Finnish proverb
Organizing is what you do before you do something, so that when you do it, it’s not all mixed up. ~A.A. Milne, Winnie the Pooh
If you describe a situation or event as a farce, you mean that it is so disorganized or ridiculous that you cannot take it seriously.