Women's Retreat has me thinking about my closet a lot.
My closet is actually quite full, but not of things I wear. Instead it is full of things that don't fit, don't match, need repair, or just aren't "me" anymore. I know I need to go through and clean it out, but just can't seem to set aside the time to do it. Perhaps I'll get to it one of these days when I'm not so busy.
There are several problems with this approach. My logical brain tells me I couldn't possibly need any more clothes because there are plenty right in front of me. And my husband quickly leaves the room when I whine that "I don't have anything to wear". There really are things I need, but I can't even clearly tell what they are. The things I actually DO wear are scattered haphazardly around the room, hanging on the bedpost, the back of the door, draped across the bookshelf, or still in the laundry basket (True confession: Okay, so sometimes I can't tell if they are coming from or going to the laundry.) Oh how I LONG for an organized closet.
I'm thinking that the whole closet thing sounds an awful lot like the rest of my life. A life cluttered with worn-out self-concepts acquired over many years. A life where I dutifully accepted whatever label anyone was willing to give me without considering whether it was truly fitting or useful. A life of trying to be what I thought others wanted me to be, instead of who I truly was....who God wanted me to be: A unique individual created for a specific purpose.
The reality is that my closet will not get organized unless I choose to actively take the steps necessary to organize it. I must set aside time, determine priorities, and make choices.
So it is with my life. And, though the task looks overwhelming, I just need to take the first step. Better late than never, but much better sooner than later.
Excuse me, ladies, I've got a closet to organize!
For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them. Ephesians 2:10.
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