clutter

i am a very organized person.

i require neatness and tidiness wherever i go.

however, those of you who have had the rather facetiously-stated pleasure of seeing the interiour of my apartment know that i have trouble taking this concept from shelf to floor.

i have extremely organized cabinets. 

bookshelves. 

DVD cases. 

tabletops and counters. 

however, the rest of the place is a bit

well

lacking in order.

i suppose a good and far more appropriate word is clutter. 

something i hate, but something i have trouble getting rid of on a regular basis.

cleaning isn't the problem. really, it's not. i can clean in a matter of a half hour, and the place looks brilliant. it's keeping my home in this newly tidied fashion which becomes the issue.

honestly, though, i think our lives are crowded with clutter. if not our homes, then definitely our minds.

date books.

events.

 calenders. 

family life.

 education. 

the daily grind of work. 

so much 

noise. 

so much 

shuffle. 

so much 

confusion. 

it's enough to make one's head spin completely off and run away to a darkened closet for shelter.

but even the closets are full of so much stuff.

there is no place to hide. no place for quiet and stillness. at least, not in ourselves.

there is peace, though.

it's waiting on our slightly uneven living room couch. at the foot of our unmade and tousled beds. at the kitchen table that still holds far too many piles of paperwork and charcoal pencils.

it's waiting at the foot of the Cross.

so much peace crying out so loudly.

come to Me, heavy-laden daughters. 

come to Me, worn and weary sons.

rest in Me, beloved ones. 

in Him, there is no clutter.

only perfect peace.