It is cyclical with me, the unintended build up of stacks of middle-of-the-road important items, placed on top of a staging area. The staging area itself changes, as does the content of the stash ~ but always, at some point, the stacks must come down.
I wouldn't quite call the task formidable, nor daunting. Rather, time consuming, and boring.
I go through the motions of reassessing each item:
- to do
- file
- deep six
- wistfully thinking that "maybe at some point I'll get to this, so save it . . ."
I'm pretty sure you know the drill.
Why I do not just handle it the moment it arrives in my hands, I don't know.
I found the bottom of my staging area yesterday.
The breath of emotional and mental fresh air that the organization gave me was invigorating. As I move about this morning, the clean and orderly state gives me great joy.
The spiritual parallel is not lost on me.
How often I allow "stacks of unfinished business" to pile up in my prayer closet. Scribbled notes to look up 'the reference' or 'that definition'; 'read that passage in this context' and 'listen to that teaching' . . .
Then of course, there is the ever important
Scrubbing Of The Heart with confession and repentance.
I'd like to think I keep up with this task in a timely manner ~ that my heart is soft and my conscience tender so as to render myself immediately pierced upon the knowledge that I may in some way have injured the heart of the Father by my untoward ways.
Honesty keeps me from accepting this deceit.
Therefore today, since I've taken up the task of tidying all things natural about me, I'll now set my face to the much more important matter of finding that flat, level surface in Christ.
And an highway shall be there, and a way, and it shall be called The way of holiness; the unclean shall not pass over it; but it shall be for those: the wayfaring men, though fools, shall not err therein. Isaiah
35:8
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