Recently I noticed something about my inner world.
It seems that most of us have enough storage and closet
space, at least until we get more stuff.
Then we pack the shed, we pack the other side of our two-car garage, or we
pack that spare closet where everything seems to disappear like a black hole. It seems to be a common condition, the
conspicuous consumers that we are. We
tend to amass more and more stuff. Until
one day we are forced by age, failing health, or divine sanity, to simply downsize
and purge all the unnecessary stuff we've accumulated over time.
In like manner, early on in my walk of faith, my prayer
closet was relatively free of clutter and comfortable – almost spacious. It was a place where I could have some room
and get alone with God. It was small but
accommodating in a Holy kind of way. It
was a place where I would regularly go to escape the clutter of my day to day
life and routine. It was indeed a place
to breathe and be in communion with my Lord and my Maker.
But something happened along way. As time and life began to accumulate around
my ankles like a rising tide, I began to take more stuff into my prayer
closet. I began to split my communion
time with complaining time. Then I added
all my burdens and fears. Then I brought
in my baggage from the past and the baggage of others. Somehow thinking God was supposed to carry
all my burdens and cares and likewise give me a light yoke and an easy
load. Right?
I mean, He did promise that kind of benevolent relief from
the cares of this world. So eventually
my prayer closet – like most of the closets in my house, became full of junk. Stuff
accumulated over the years that I off-loaded to God. All that stuff that seemed impossible to
carry on my own, and rightly so. The
Lord indeed wants me to cast my cares upon Him.
But something was drastically wrong. I used the place that was meant to be an
intimate spot of communion, love and refreshing, as a dumping ground for all the things I
couldn't handle on my own. How could
that be so wrong?
I’ll tell you. God
want’s all my burdens and cares. He wants
me to boldly come before His throne of grace to find mercy and help in time of
need. But above and before all of those
provisions – He wants me. He wants my
love and my time. And He wants to reciprocate.
My prayer closet was NEVER supposed to be a dumping ground,
yet that’s what it became. It became a cluttered
closet too full of my junk and the junk of others. Too cluttered and full for me to find room
for rest and comfort with my Lord and my Maker.
So I've decided to clean out my prayer closet. I’m going to collect all that junk and take
it to the altar of God’s immeasurable grace.
Oh there is a place for my junk and all that stuff, but that place is
NOT my prayer closet – my secret place with God.
For only by purging and maintaining a Spartan prayer closet
will I gain the wisdom and power needed to haul all the other junk to it's proper altar and place of petition.
Dear Lord please forgive me for having A Cluttered
Closet. Forgive me for a cluttered
prayer closet that was no longer a place of rest and restoration, but a place that
had become a distraction from the one who I need most – You.
A Cluttered Closet, do you have one?