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I live in a small town of barely more than 10,000 people. There are, however, not one but two self-storage businesses within a five mile radius. Imagine my surprise to see red earth and bulldozers in a field less than two miles away from my home with a “Coming Soon: Self Storage” sign affixed to a newly erected construction fence. Soon there will be three self-storage businesses that will be happy to hold on to my stuff.
I guess my mind is on storage “crap” today because I am getting up the nerve to clean out the dreaded CLOSET UNDER THE STAIRS. I could probably have my daughter film a horror movie out of that one. The closet, I’m afraid to say, is so packed and jumbled that a person has to bend over and climb over mountains of junk just to get to the back. What is supposed to be a coat closet for guests has become a catch-all of all the stuff I don’t know what to do with. There’s a Dora the Explorer game my daughter played with six years ago…it’s missing about half its pieces, but for some odd reason it moved to Texas with us. We have a solid brass bar sink in there somewhere. Yes…you read that correctly. There is even a SINK in the closet! My in-laws gave it to us when they moved. The original intent was to “one day when we win the lottery” put in a bar upstairs and use the brass sink. Other goodies include a baby gate, tupperware plastic bins filled with half-completed photo albums, assorted pillows, black widow spiders (probably), and a set of doggie pooper-picker-upper baggies that we’ve never used. When I get off this chair and pull everything out, I’ll probably have more interesting things to report.
What I refuse to do, however, is to buy storage for my junk.
I think Americans (including myself!) have enjoyed so many blessings that when hard times hit, we have a whole generation (mine) that does not know how to do without. My parents’ generation knew all about pulling up those bootstraps and “making do” with what you have — and being grateful for it. People saved and re-used aluminum foil. They grew their own vegetables and froze or canned what they couldn’t eat right away so they’d have food in the winter. They bought modest houses and made the children share bedrooms and even (gasp) sometimes made sisters share a bed.
Fast forward to my generation. When my husband and I bought our first home with an FHA loan, we had to jump through many hoops to be approved. My husband had to provide letters and other documentation about his overtime pay. I had to provide proof that I would indeed be a teacher again the following year. We did not know for sure if we were qualified until the day they called us to sign the papers. As frustrating as it was for us to keep providing “one more thing” to the loan company, I understood why they were being so cautious. We were first-time home buyers. We did not have established credit, and it would have been irresponsible of them to provide a loan to someone who they knew could not — or would not — pay it back.
Since that time, we have sold and bought four more houses. (Lots of cross country moves, you see.) Each time, it got easier and easier. I thought at the time this was because we’d established credit — and that’s probably part of it — but I know in retrospect that lenders were purposefully relaxing the rules and making risky loans. For example, before we even looked for a home, we called our lender to see how much of a loan we could afford. By our third house, they told me to first find a home and then come to them with the amount!
No wonder the housing market crashed.
Americans kept wanting bigger and bigger houses. We had to have extra bathrooms. Media rooms became all the rage…game rooms are great places to corral the kids. I’m not knocking down the American Dream of prosperity. I’m just trying to get a handle on MY part of this, from a godly perspective.
I’m squirming in my seat to read these words from Jesus in Luke 12:
When someone has been given much, much will be required in return; and when someone has been entrusted with much, even more will be required. I have come to set the world on fire, and I wish it were already burning! I have a terrible baptism of suffering ahead of me, and I am under a heavy burden until it is accomplished. Do you think I have come to bring peace to the earth? No, I have come to divide people against each other!
In light of the images captured on this short video,
I can see very vividly how people today are divided against each other. It’s not just Democrats vs. Republicans. That’s a very narrow view of the world. God sees us all. There is no Jew or Greek or master or slave or rich or poor in Christ. Many of these extremely poor people are believers…praise God! They have hope, and in God’s kingdom, they will be WAAAAYYY ahead of me. Many more are not believers. Can you imagine what it must be like to watch your own children starve to death right in front of your eyes without having God to lean upon? How do they do it?
The Lord requires much of me…because He gave so much…because He’s given me so much.
So, it’s back to the closet. I’m going to try to get organized. But what to do with the stuff I’m not going to keep? What do you do with the “junk” in your house?
Because I’ve always wanted to do a poll, this seems like as good a place as any to include one:
Perhaps if we all dug through our closets…and our cabinets…and our drawers…we’d find a new use for old stuff so we could, like our parents, learn to “make do” with what we have instead of running out and buying more. Better yet, maybe we can find someone in need — at church, through homeless shelters, through a friend of a friend — who would be very blessed to have our old stuff.
It is with great joy that I introduce the newest member of our “family.” Zulma is a beautiful ten year old girl who lives in Guatemala. She has two brothers and two sisters and lives with her mom and her dad. Her dad is an agriculture worker, and her mom stays home to take care of the family.
Recently our family took the step of sponsoring a child — Zulma — through World Vision. Those who have been following this blog know of our trouble to have more children and our struggles with should we or shouldn’t we adopt (me wanting to, my husband not ready yet). Zulma is one answer to our prayer! We will be supporting her financially each month, but more importantly, we’ll be establishing a relationship with her through emails, letters, photos, and prayers. My daughter has always wanted a sister; now she has one. My husband and daughter are already dreaming up a time when we can go visit her.
Why World Vision? Well, for starters, our church partners with them. For another, 87% of all donations go directly to the children. One of my dear friends, Holly, told me about child sponsorship over a year ago. I never forgot her shining eyes as she described the children she and her family support — and a little voice inside my head told me to get off my hind end and do something.
But what to do? When I mentioned it to my husband, he sort-of brushed off the idea. There are stories he’s heard of sponsorship companies that use most of their money to pay their executives and very little to the children. And then there are all the needy children in America. Wouldn’t it better to support “one of our own?”
In the end, it was our daughter’s curiosity and desire to help a child her age in need that turned the tide of our indecision. She and I looked at the website together. She picked Guatemala as the country because we have a dear friend who is originally from that country, and then we searched for a girl around ten years old. It was heartbreaking to see photos of so many children in need who fit our search criteria! I wished I could have selected every last one of them. But we prayed that God would show us the one girl he wanted us to love. As soon as we saw her picture, we both knew. Zulma is in our hearts forever. Just look at her smile!
It wasn’t until this weekend, however, that any of us understood the true need behind our sponsorship. Saturday there was a welcome packet from World Vision in our mailbox. Included in the packet was a DVD that did a great job explaining what it is exactly that World Vision does to support needy children and their communities.
Seeing the conditions in which others in our world live takes my breath away. Literally.
In Zulma’s part of the world, homes are made of clay bricks and tin sheets or with bamboo cane and straw roofs. Her entire house would probably fit inside one of the bedrooms of my house. The whole village shares a water faucet. Just yesterday at church I fussed at my daughter for drinking out of the water fountain at church. (My obsession with germs, you know. There’s a bug floating around at church that just won’t leave. I’m convinced it’s the kids putting their mouths around the fountains. But that’s another story.) My face burned last night as I watched a woman in Africa dipping water from a muddy seep hole in the ground into a large bucket. She came for water like this three times a day. Somehow, that tiny three-foot in diameter puddle provided water for six families…water that often gave them diarrhea, or worse. My germophobic tendencies are stopped in their tracks when I consider the way of life so many people across the world face every day. My standard of “clean” is something they would never even imagine.
So we began today with a different outlook on our lives and a new appreciation for what we have been given…and a new appreciation for the words in 1 John 3:
Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth. This then is how we know that we belong to the truth, and how we set our hearts at rest in his presence whenever our hearts condemn us. For God is greater than our hearts, and he knows everything.
I will post updates as I hear from Zulma. If our story is touching your heart and you’d like to learn more about how you can help, visit World Vision for yourself.
The new medicine has made my old dog somewhat more comfortable, but it is not a “cure-all.” He didn’t even try to get on the couch last night. And I’ve cleaned up two messes already today, so obviously it hasn’t helped with that end of him.
The vet said that if it’s going to help him regain control, it will within two weeks of beginning treatment.
Can I last that long? I seriously wanted to drop kick him into next week when I was in the middle of cleaning up our breakfast messes and saw that my little canine shadow was following me every step of the way, daintily avoiding stepping in the stuff he’d just dropped all over the floor. You gotta know it’s not like it’s just one “pile.” He doesn’t know he’s doing it, so it just drops down all over the place.
Homeschool had to get pushed back a few minutes while I picked up, scrubbed, and then bleached the floor.
When all this is over, this germ-a-phobe wants to have those crime scene cleaner-uppers come in and do their stuff on my tiles and especially the grout. Ugh!
My washing machine has more features than my car! I can do a second rinse, a soak, and a prewash. I can do laundry for light, medium, or heavy soil levels, and I can wash it cold/cold, cold/warm, warm/warm, and hot/cold. There’s a button on there that gives the clothes an extended spin. I can select Normal, Delicate, Handwash, Jeans, or Heavy Duty.
Trouble is, I pretty much use one setting, all the time. I always like our clothes washed in HOT water because I like the illusion of all the little germy germs getting washed away (although I know the heat from the dryer is good for that, too). I don’t own anything delicate, our jeans get thrown in with the towels, and everything is pretty much Heavy Duty.
What’s the point of washing “Normal” when you can have “Heavy Duty?” Who wants to dry their clothes on Air Dry when they can just hang them outside? No, give me 85 minutes on High Heat anyday.
Most days I do sort out the darks from the lights; rarely do I have an entire load of whites, so they get thrown in with the lights. I try to get through two loads of laundry a day just like I try to get in my quiet time every day.
And then when crisis comes, sometimes the two-loads-a-day gets thrown out the window. It might be a little crisis, like a newsletter deadline. Then I walk into the laundry room and grieve at the sight of a zillion loads of laundry piled on the floor, piled on top of the washer, and even in the sink. It literally stretches from wall to wall. Have you been there?
When that happens, I’ve found the best thing to do is to just get started without any expectation of being finished today. I sort the clothes, start a load, and close the door. Then in a little while I check back up on the progress, and, finding that load clean, I put it away and start another load. Sock by sock, t-shirt by towel, finally I get to the bottom of the pile without losing more than three socks. Success!
There are times when I ask the Lord to examine my heart that I really don’t like what I see. Old issues and new ones, fears, materialistic greed and strongholds have piled up again from wall to wall in my heart. And, like the real laundry room floor, the sight of all my shortcomings and sins grieves me.
With the state of my heart, I’m finding that the best thing to do is to just ask God to get started and to do my part without any expectation of being finished today. It’s so nice to know that I am a work in progress and that God doesn’t have to worry about which button to push in my life to get me going. He made me. He stitched me together and knows all about how much hot water I can stand. He knows when I need a cool, refreshing rinse, too. Perhaps the best part of all about my Jesus is that because of him, I am already clean…even when I’m not. When I get all grubby from my sinful old self, I just need to climb into his big old washing machine, confess, and then I emerge miraculously refreshed and clean.
But if we confess our sins to him, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all wickedness.
1 John 1:9
Ah, to be cleansed from all wickedness! To be freshly washed, wrapped up in a clean, toasty towel, sweet smelling and relaxed…
I set out to write this blog with nothing on my mind but the laundry. Isn’t it cool what God does with our words? All glory to you, my God, the God of this city, of this world, of this universe. I praise you and lift up your name, for you are mighty and able to save. Thank you for the saving grace found in the blood of Jesus. When our clothes get soiled with blood, we quickly wash them to remove the stain…but with your blood, we want it washing over us always and forever. It turns our clothes white…it removes the red from us like bleach removes stains from our clothes.
Let us not just have a reputation for being ‘Christian’ in this world. Let us BE Christians!
“I know all the things you do, and that you have a reputation for being alive—but you are dead. Wake up! Strengthen what little remains, for even what is left is almost dead. I find that your actions do not meet the requirements of my God. Go back to what you heard and believed at first; hold to it firmly. Repent and turn to me again. If you don’t wake up, I will come to you suddenly, as unexpected as a thief.
“Yet there are some in the church in Sardis who have not soiled their clothes with evil. They will walk with me in white, for they are worthy. All who are victorious will be clothed in white. I will never erase their names from the Book of Life, but I will announce before my Father and his angels that they are mine.
“Anyone with ears to hear must listen to the Spirit and understand what he is saying to the churches.
Revelation 3:1-6
A few times a week I have Cadi help me clean up the dog toys. The other day she had the great idea to stick Lacee in the basket with the toys! Now that is REALLY cleaning up!
Yes, I do have a “toy box” for the dogs. What does that say about me???
Isn’t there something beautiful about a house that is clean? Or, if you’re like me, even having one clean spot to rest my eyes on is like a breeze to my spirit. Since we’ve been living in Texas we have been so blessed to have a homeschool family come over and help us out with the cleaning every other week. The whole atmosphere of the house changes when order reigns over chaos. I feel better. Cadi studies better without so many distractions. Even Jon notices and appreciates a clean slate.
Don’t we all? Jesus spoke of cleanliness several times in his ministry. I am such a stickler about germs and keeping my kitchen counters and dishes clean that I cringe and identify myself with the Pharisees in this encounter in Luke 11 –
As Jesus was speaking, one of the Pharisees invited him home for a meal. So he went in and took his place at the table. His host was amazed to see that he sat down to eat without first performing the hand-washing ceremony required by Jewish custom.
I wonder…was he starving and just HAD to eat? Or was he proving a point?
Then the Lord said to him, ‘You Pharisees are so careful to clean the outside of the cup and the dish, but inside you are filthy — full of greed and wickedness! Fools! Didn’t God make the inside as well as the outside? So clean the inside by giving gifts to the poor, and you will be clean all over.’
Now, I am not Jewish, and I do not have a ceremony per se, but in our house we WASH our hands before we eat! Cadi has known since she was a toddler that before we eat, our hands get clean. It’s a common-sense thing. It’s something doctors and scientists tell us to do to prevent the spread of diseases and germs.
But Jesus wasn’t speaking about the diseases that can be spread from person to person. He used this opportunity to speak to the diseases within our characters. He was talking about talking the talk but not walking the walk. Can you imagine sitting down to dinner with the Lord Jesus and having him tell you that you are filthy — filled with greed and wickedness? But I love my Jesus — he always gives constructive criticism. He followed up by telling them how they could get clean, on the inside of their hearts, not just on the surface of their hands: by giving to the poor.
Because I am a Christ-follower, I have been washed clean by his blood, Praise God! But I still have to deal daily with the fleshly fears, concerns, and habits that are entrenched in my sinful nature. (Speaking of clean, do you typically think of blood as being clean? If I cut myself shaving and get blood on my white pants, I quickly grab the Clorox bleach pen! But God required blood sacrifice as atonement for the sins of the people…someone had to die. Wow – I get choked up whenever I think about the One he sent to die for my filthiness, for my greed, for my wickedness. His ONLY son. I have an ONLY, too. I cannot fathom the vastness of his love for us. If you’ve seen the movie The Passion and read the accounts of Jesus’ last hours on earth, you know his death was bloody. No amount of Clorox could wipe away the stain, the grief, the pain that he took on his own body.)
Sometimes I have to remind myself that I have been cleaned. I get down on myself, I berate myself; I am great at put-downs when they concern me and my many failures. I cry out CLEAN ME, Lord! And I’m in good company. Here’s what this hero of the faith, David, wrote:
“Purify me from my sins, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow. Oh, give me back my joy again; you have broken me — now let me rejoice. Don’t keep looking at my sins. Remove the stain of my guilt. Create in me a clean heart, O God. Renew a loyal spirit within me. Do not banish me from your presence, and don’t take your Holy Spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of your salvation, and make me willing to obey you.” Psalm 51:7-12
I guess I could say — Keep On Cleaning Me, Lord! It’s wise to take stock of our own vessels and see what’s on the inside, with help from the Holy Spirit. I leave you with this morsel from Jeremiah:
“But blessed are those who trust in the Lord and have made the Lord their hope and confidence. They are like trees planted along a riverbank, with roots that reach deep into the water. Such trees are not bothered by the heat or worried by long months of drought. Their leaves stay green, and they never stop producing fruit. The human heart is the most deceitful of all things, and desperately wicked. Who really knows how bad it is? But I, the Lord, search all hearts and examine secret motives. I give all people their due rewards, according to what their actions deserve.”
How can I keep on being clean? Trust in the Lord, and make him my hope and my confidence. This is not to say that in the Lord’s eyes I am ever unclean — I am sealed, I am His. But when I get in the driver’s seat instead of letting go and trusting God to do the driving for me, I sometimes run into a ditch. It gets pretty muddy down there. I praise Him that He reaches down, picks me back up, WASHES MY FEET, and gets me started down the road again.
I’ll chew on that the next time Shiner tracks in muddy pawprints all over the carpet. After the huge sacrifice Christ made for me, cleaning my house, my sinks, my toilets — and my dog toys — are all opportunities to reflect on and praise his love, his mercy, and his glory.

