Sometimes, my world looks like a massive rummage sale-not necessarily literally, but more in the sense of the sheer load of things to do stretched before me.

Bits of stuff piled here, an unwieldy stack over there, a chaos of discarded items blocking doorways and passageways and sitting places in my brain.

So many things to sort through, so little time…

Always thinking, always running, always feeling a tug someplace, somewhere…

Some of them not-so-fun but necessary, some good but extra, some unspoken expectations it is far too easy to allow to be placed upon me.

All that when crowded in my landscape can needless to say become a means of stress!

Sometimes, much stress.

Tempting to say even the occasional tip-over-into-panic type of stress.

In those times, I will scurry back and forth, back and forth, back and forth…

Then, something inside begins to cry out : Too many things, God. Too many things. Help. Too many things!

I can feel it wrap around me in a dizzying swirl, threatening to collapse me, and leave me smothered in this overwhelming mess of the mind.

And yet, there is One who is there, always there…

Reaching out a hand to still my fretful heart, listening to my desperate prayer for strength.

And answering with a whispered calm:

Come to me all who are heavy-laden. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light. Matthew 11:28-30

And when I begin to remember to rest in that, it’s incredible the ease that comes into my tense shoulders, the gathering peace in one foot in front of the other, and the suddenly less frantic rise to meet one task after the next.

There are still as many things, to be sure…

That part doesn’t often change, unless He shows me I ought to be either delegating or dismissing certain things altogether.

And sometimes, He does it that way.

But, more often, it’s like He takes all those scattered pieces of demands on my soul and lines them out aright again, showing me where my priorities ought to be.

How to organize the things He has placed in my palms, like a sweet Abba Father, guiding hand over hand.

And, in the sure and faithful grip of the Master Cleaner, this mental mess begins to fade away…

Blessings and prayers, dear friends. May we each remember to call on Him to help make our burdens easy and our yokes light.

10 thoughts on “The Stress, the Mess, and the Master Cleaner

  1. As a fellow believer, I can appreciate your honesty in sharing your stresses. Paul shared his own struggles to the Corinthians. He described it this way: “We were so utterly burdened beyond our strength that we despaired of life itself” (2 Cor. 1:8). So, you’re definitely in good company! I pray the Lord strengthens you. 🙂

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  2. Thank you for visiting my blog, and joining. I hope you will add your thoughts.

    I liked this post. It felt like the silent thoughts we all share. Thank you for encouraging time spent in prayer, and quiet thoughts.
    Nice blog post title. 👍

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    1. Hi! Yes, I hope to share more as time goes on. Sometimes, it takes me a bit to either a) get comfortable or b) get time. I tend to get started, then get pulled away. 🙂 Thanks so much for reading and adding your encouraging comments! God bless!


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