Pile Up

It is not good for a mom to spend the weekend in bed. Really. Don't get me wrong. My guys are great. They're very self-sufficient in a lot of ways, or I'd never be able to travel on the weekends like I do.

I had a long list for this weekend, though. I was behind already. Piles of laundry spilled over on the floor. The refrigerator was bare and the cupboards empty. The carpet needed vacuumed, and I'm pretty sure that the guys were going to start writing messages to me in the dust.

...and then tragedy hit.

I got sick.

Yep.

Today is Monday, and I feel lots better. Yeah! However, the pile up is now at critical stage. It will all get done with everybody pitching in. Four grown folks can get a lot done in a house.

It got me to thinking about my spiritual life, though. What happens when "stuff" (sin if I call it what God calls it) starts to pile up in my life? That same inertia that affects me in my overwhelming household takes hold of my heart, too.

It's hard to face piles. They're big and overwhelming. They make me feel shame. It's so much easier to sweep those piles under a rug or shove them into a closet. The problem is, as my wise friend Zoe has said, "Things under the rug don't just lie there. They rot." True, true, true.

My piles are reminding me to keep a short "gap time" in my spiritual life. I can't allow piles. I need to shorten up the time between sin and repentence. I need to cry out to God to make me aware of my sin as soon as it happens so that I can run to Him with it immediately to ask for forgiveness.

I need to pull it all out from under that moldy, dark rug into God's amazing Light and air where forgiveness and healing happen.

Tomorrow I'll attack a few more piles in my house and ask God again to expose any piles in my heart.