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I have been digging around lately in myself and finding items I thought I lost and other items I thought I had finally given away as unwanted. Before I could start digging though I had to do something major. I had to open the door to my closet! You should see this space I have ignored for years, it’s jam packed with stuff. Memories, secrets, forgotten dreams, forgotten hopes, disappointments, hurts, offenses and all manner of luggage gathered over the years of my life. When I didn’t know what to do with these things it just made sense to store them somewhere out of sight.
My Abba Father asked me to open the closet and at first I thought I heard Him wrong but He was pretty quick to get my attention this was exactly what He wanted. I tried to drag my feet about it but I love Him so much I relented in the only way I knew how and that was to push on toward the task at hand.
I thought I could just open it a crack but something unexpected happened. Once I turned the handle it was like a dam breaking. The door flung so far open all the stuff that had been locked away in there started to fall out all over the place. I tried putting myself in front of it so as to lessen the mess. It didn’t help, I instantly found myself being buried under it; I had to step back just to breathe. Looking around at the clutter I know I’ll never be able to pack it back in. I also know I’m going to need some help to sort it all out. Time to call on my brothers and sisters.