“Just give me fifteen minutes each week,” implored Sally, the housecleaner. “We can organize your drawers and closets in no time!” She watched Jane, her elderly client, for a response. Jane, physically fragile, was recovering from yet another accident.
My heart hurt as I listened to the story. This was not a whimsical suggestion. Sally knew Jane’s independence would disappear if she refused to simplify her lifestyle.
Several years ago, the Holy Spirit tapped me on the shoulder. “Get your house in order,” He said. I knew what He meant. My house was filled with unfinished projects relegated to a rainy day status.
“Yes, Lord,” I dutifully replied. “Just as soon as I tackle this “To Do” list.” That wasn’t good enough. He kept insisting until I finally took that first step. It began with a half hour in the basement. My goal: Clear one shelf.
“Aren’t you the ambitious one!” taunted the devil. He had a point. But I dug in…15 minutes here, a half hour there over the next two years. Clearing a path one grocery sack at a time.
Eventually, I noticed a change. Cleaning went much quicker, and my family could actually find what they needed. I was able to fill my days with LIFE instead of guilt-driven “To Do” items. Little did I know that God had a bigger plan for this lesson.
In 2006, Mike and I purchased our first house. My hands shook as I signed the papers. We walked in wonder through empty spaces that would soon be filled with our earthly possessions.
Then panic struck. Would there be enough room for everything? Suddenly my two years of training kicked into high gear. A list of more items to throw or give away came to mind. Yes, we could make this work!
Moving day came and went smoothly. After that, adrenaline kept me going until the last box was unpacked. It was time for a good cup of coffee as deep satisfaction settled over me.
I felt another gentle tap on my shoulder. “See what obedience will do, “whispered the Spirit. “There is a place for everything and everything is in it’s place.”
Yes, I sighed. Who could imagine all this beauty? God knew I couldn’t handle a complete overhaul in one sitting. It was too much to think about. But He converted those daily offerings into something magnificent….a pocketful of change at a time.
Narola (Rolie) Grady has been in the Quad Cities area since 1993. She lives in
with her husband, Mike, and their son, Sean. Rolie has attended several of the QC Writing Conferences, and appreciates the hard work it takes to excel in this craft. Aside from writing occasional articles, Rolie loves to worship by playing piano. She has also been a speaker for various groups for the last 10 years. Davenport