"There is nothing concealed that will not be disclosed, or hidden that will not be made known. What you have said in the dark will be heard in the daylight, and what you have whispered in the ear in the inner rooms will be proclaimed from the roofs." -Luke 12:2-3
The time came to put things in boxes, and I opened a closet door and screamed, inside. Oh my messy closets, how you haunt me.
The thing is, I like a neat, clean house. I also like to spend as little time as possible cleaning it. My solution? Throw things in the nearest drawer or cupboard, anything that closes!!
I was frozen for an entire morning. The task just seemed too daunting. I knew I would never finish and die clutching a handful of unsorted junk mail, my withered arm reaching for the recycle bin.
Then I found some moldy tortillas in the pantry. That was a low point.
As the packing and sorting and throwing away continued, I had to face the awful, embarrassing truth: my house was never clean.
It looked clean on the outside, and on the inside, and I always dusted regularly and cleaned bathrooms more than I care to recount. My house looked nice on the surface but, the hidden parts were never cared for.
Cleaning out junk is never fun, hardly exciting, and very messy. There is something though, about the promise of order...and the knowledge that the moldy will not rest in my kitchen...that keeps me moving and mucking and sorting and scrubbing.
In the end, I plan on presenting a truly clean house and I dream of the finished result when the packing gets perilous.
