Growing up my mother had one rule above all else. Don’t overstuff the drawers. She claimed it bothered her because the pulling and yanking would ruin the drawers or the objects in the drawers. I never really took her seriously. How can this one drawer be so bad?
I don’t think it was the safety of the drawers or the lifespan of the merchandise that made her cringe. I think it was the idea of stuffing too much into a space far too small that brought on intense anxiety.
Today I sit here writing my devotional bursting at the seams. Questions, feelings, thoughts, to-do lists, people to care for, personal goals to achieve. I am stuffed. When I try to pray, I hear silence and feel a void. When I try to write, nothing inspirational comes to mind. When I try to engage with others, the energy seems too much. I am jam-packed.
So, what do I do? Do I get a bigger drawer? Do I throw away some goods. Do I open the drawer carefully every time?
I hope you are not expecting an answer to this question. I have no idea. I remain crowded, bursting at the seams, overflowing.
Today I will commit to opening the drawer carefully and seeing what is inside. Maybe there is something I can get rid of to make room for something better.
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