Land roving critters don’t seem very confined by, or obsessed with, tidying up after themselves. Their routines are consumed by little more than eating, finding water and coiling down to rest. Along the way they figure out how to propagate and then skillfully model their safest and most proficient way of living in front of their newborn progeny as the cycle runs its course. I was highly privileged to binocular-view a whitetail doe deliver twin fawns across the creek at my folks’ place in Michigan one Spring. Beyond amazing! Their new and teetering legs quickly turned to stable-hoofed legs now freely frolicking around mom. For the next 7 hours Mama lay nearly motionless. She was totally spent and gave virtually no heed (presumption on my part) to the whereabouts or welfare of the new fawn twin-pack as she laid so still for her post-partum recovery. The newborns were licked clean, the afterbirth disposed of and the maternal colostrum duty duly served. From then on life got very busy for the trio, yet, life was now being lived out virtually clutter-free.

Humanoids on the other hand have a bent toward accumulating varying amounts of stuff along life’s pathway. The more stuff we own, the more stuff there is, it seems, that owns us. Sigh. So just when DOES all this clutter creep in and clutch, clamor and contend for the end of our wits and peace of mind? Oh, and NEXT: now enters our own personal fawns who cycle their way through our houses and homes with childish busy-ness followed by an adolescent view of clutter controls. Sigh. Spoken kindly and firmly, the home’s halls ring out with the likes of “Please pick up your stuff, clean your room, put your playthings away, take out the laundry, take out the garbage, make your bed, help set the table…clear the table…clean the dishes, do your homework, set your clothes out for tomorrow, close your drawers, change your drawers, change the toilet paper roll, don’t disturb Mama, spray some fragrant germ-killer …”. Sadly, clutter can injure the very heart of home. More than anyone else, Mama carries the brunt of clutter’s painful inflictions. It’s like walking through a field of tall alfalfa with vetch clawing at your ankles. Or it’s like running a hundred yard dash with ten-pound weights on your ankles. Sigh. Clutter. Will it ever get better? My daughter-in-law has devised an intriguing and efficient system in which our grand-munchkins participate and are meaningfully rewarded … thereby owning a personal role in a family’s de-cluttered home. It’s actually rather impressive! Apparently it CAN be done. Home is where the heart is. Let’s guard that heart well.

Similarly, the Bible speaks of the importance of being free from distracting, destructive weights. “Let us lay aside every weight, and the sin (way more serious than household clutter) which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking unto JESUS, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.” (Hebrews 12:1,2 NKJV) Thank you, JESUS! Some folks accumulate more clutter than others, and clutter “bothers” some more than others. Between hoarders on the one extreme and clean-freaks on the other, clutter matters a lot … or not at all. But, for all those folks defined by some level of clean-freakness, clutter can be an excruciating hindrance to home tranquility. I know firsthand it is deeply encouraging for my Precious (a sorta normal sort of clean-freak) that when we all pitch in and contribute to de-cluttering… you know the drill … happy wife/happy life. Way good news…it CAN be done.

PRAYER NUGGET: Would you like to join me in praying? Heavenly Father, hallowed be Thy name…thank you for paying the price for my sin through your son JESUS. Please guard and liberate us from sin’s greedy tentacles vying for our ankles and the very heart of our life and walk and character. Looking unto JESUS, the Author and Finisher of our faith. Amen.

Nebraska Panhandle and eastern Wyoming…I love you and am praying for you.

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