“Yet once more I will shake not only the earth but also the heavens. That phrase, ‘once more,’ points to the removal of shaken, created things, so that what is unshaken may remain.” Hebrews 12:26-28
Is anyone else imagining God holding you up by your ankle and sort of shaking the loose change and junk out, kind of like tipping over a purse or kid’s backpack? 🖐🏼
I am also thinking about the major master bedroom clean out I’ve been accomplishing over the last year – the walk-in closet filled with old…. stuff….
My temporal self is so attached to childhood soccer uniforms, random crafts, photos of friends I hardly share life with anymore. Is that junk? No, but it does not exactly bless my life as it is today. In other words, I don’t need it to flourish. It served a purpose (past tense). It is no longer essential. And if its there, its taking up space in my pack and I am saying “no Lord, no more, I still have this to hold on to.” The Lord could do a good shaking of my closet boxes. And some of those items are precious to me – I think of a little stick figure drawing my mom drew for me when I was very young.
But where my treasure is stored there is my heart. And if I am unable to say goodbye to physical things how can I begin to allow God to cleanse me more purely spiritually?
I have to be willing to turn it all over – mind body and soul. Front entrance and master bedroom closet.
This is a huge first step for me in preparing for God’s kingdom, by letting go of my childhood kingdom. By radically saying “I don’t matter, only you matter God.” I am alive one day at a time and can only love one day at a time.
Everyone has a treasure stored somewhere… hidden in a corner of a mind, heart or closet that the Lord asks us to surrender. In love, he wants to take the forlorn faded glory and clothe us with new glory, in communities, in churches, grocery stores. He gazes at each of us with love and if we – I – can courageously surrender my history, he can and will author my present and future. Please pray for me I can do this through his grace.
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