I am not a hoarder. But I do hold on to random little things that may look like junk to the untrained eye. In reality, these little chachkies are actually pieces of my past. Each represent a part of my story that makes up the history of Lincee.
What? You don’t have a box of old rose petals stashed away in a box that is clearly labeled “POTPOURRI PROJECT” on the outside? Or dozens of college memories stuffed into a plastic container because your dear friend had an intervention, explaining that you are too old to wear Pi Phi Crush t-shirts from 1998—even when you’re exercising?
Maybe I am a hoarder, but I do have a point.
I was reading about the process of “making room” the other day. The author spoke about a box of old boyfriend memories she had moved from house to house over the years. The lady was married now, and her husband was confused as to why she would want to keep “him” tucked away in a box under the bed.
The answer was simple. “He” represented a part of her that she didn’t want to let go. Yet clearly, it was time. The author explained that this was a hard process. She had never really grieved the ending of this relationship. She took some time to mourn, prayed for the guy and then tossed the contents of the box. And then she basked in the freedom of letting the Lord overflow into the space that was once occupied by an ex-boyfriend.
This notion of making room intrigued me. Particularly during this month.
During the July 4th holiday, I always find myself reflecting on the year. I look back at the beginning of 2015 and assess what all I have accomplished in the first six months. Then I look down the line at the end of 2015 and wonder if there is anything I can do to better serve the Lord. Are there certain “things” I keep hidden away in my heart that need purging? What unnecessary space-fillers have I been schlepping around? Wouldn’t it be better to drag these unknown idols out into the open and deal with them in order to make room for the Living God?
A few years ago, I received a great piece of advice from a pastor. He suggested that I start each day by asking the Lord to transform my heart. Perhaps the reason I feel the exact same way as the day I first made that request is because I haven’t cleaned house yet.
Since you can’t bring in the new without removing the old, I think I just found a new project for the remainder of 2015.
Disclaimer: This does not apply to old Pi Phi shirts. They’re practically vintage now and will probably be worth millions one day.