Closter Phobia
My life is like a room – my bedroom, for instance. When I moved in, it was clean and white and empty. Free from clutter, dirty clothes, cables, trash, budgets, business casual, dinner, bills, socials, fatigue, stress, dating, cubicles and coffee. Computer screens and palm pilots. Dirty laundry and gas prices.
My room’s cluttered, but I’ve never understood closter phobia – you could zip me up in a duffle bag and I’d be fine. That’s just how I am. You could fill my room to the ceiling with clutter, and it wouldn’t faze me. (Just ask any roommate). But my spirit is so very different. My spirit needs more than a lunch break. It needs more than 15 minutes of bible reading in the morning. It needs to be spoken to and humbled. It needs open space. It needs freedom.
All day, I’m trained to not be spiritual. I train myself to think in numbers and angles and processes. God is for my free time, they never say, but always mean. My day is cluttered and trained – but a fire burns in my bones. The Kingdom burns deep in my gut. God will never let me go – even when I feel like He’s far away – He holds me close.
I’m feeling closter phobic. Lord, please remove the junk from my life that keeps me from walking in the Spirit. I just want to walk with you, share you through my life and serve your purpose. I’ve failed to worship you – please forgive me. I can’t even worship you without your help. I know your blood never fails. Rain your grace on the crop you’ve sown. I love you, Jesus. Amen.
My room’s cluttered, but I’ve never understood closter phobia – you could zip me up in a duffle bag and I’d be fine. That’s just how I am. You could fill my room to the ceiling with clutter, and it wouldn’t faze me. (Just ask any roommate). But my spirit is so very different. My spirit needs more than a lunch break. It needs more than 15 minutes of bible reading in the morning. It needs to be spoken to and humbled. It needs open space. It needs freedom.
All day, I’m trained to not be spiritual. I train myself to think in numbers and angles and processes. God is for my free time, they never say, but always mean. My day is cluttered and trained – but a fire burns in my bones. The Kingdom burns deep in my gut. God will never let me go – even when I feel like He’s far away – He holds me close.
I’m feeling closter phobic. Lord, please remove the junk from my life that keeps me from walking in the Spirit. I just want to walk with you, share you through my life and serve your purpose. I’ve failed to worship you – please forgive me. I can’t even worship you without your help. I know your blood never fails. Rain your grace on the crop you’ve sown. I love you, Jesus. Amen.
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