I haven’t shared details with many people, but this last year was possibly one of the craziest, humbling, most stretching and surrendering years of my mid-40’s-something life.
It was a year of obedience in the midst of questions, a learning to press on and lean in when I simply couldn’t muster the grace to face another day.
It was a releasing of my preconceived ideas about order, structure and schedules, and a clinging to concepts much less tangible like trust….forgiveness…..gentleness….and mercy.
It was finding the strength to believe He is who He says He is, and truly believing that His plans are for good, providing a future of hope I could rarely see.
And oh, the deconstruction He did within my soul.
This summer we are slowly, hesitantly, peeking out of the fog after a very long nine months. Re-evaluating goals, revisiting priorities, re-establishing systems. In some ways this feels wonderful, almost a semblance of order again. But we have learned that these days are never really ours, and so we handle them gently, like a fragile bird in our hands, so delicate, so fleeting. We hold them with bated breath, slow our movements to gaze in awe at the intricate feathers, to feel the rapid pulse of a warm heartbeat, to praise God for His miraculous design, all the while knowing this bird is not ours to hold ~ only His ~ and that is the miracle of surrender.
In the midst of re-prioritizing, I feel compelled once again to get my house in order. We have not deep – cleaned our spaces in a very long time, and in June as I walked from room to room, I began to notice all the areas needing re-evaluation. Places we moved into five years ago and have never re-visited. Are these pots and pans working for us in this cupboard? Do we really need to save all those house-building files for a house we will now never build? Where could we put a more efficient pantry? Are we using each room to the best of its ability? Should we hold on to the Polly Pockets, the Mr. Potato Head, the wooden puzzles ~ even though our youngest is now 10?
I know you can relate to these questions.
And yet in this, I found myself struggling. Struggling with my desire to place priority on my house, struggling with my “need” to clean, struggling with my pull to always be tweaking something in our rooms. Should I be focusing outward instead? Is it okay to spend so much time tweaking and sorting and beautifying? This is not a new struggle for me, but in light of our recent season, my need for resolution regarding priorities at home ~ specifically time spent putting our house in order ~ was very important to me.
Lord, may I hold my days lightly.
In the midst of this struggle, I was reading my Bible one day last week and a small, seemingly insignificant passage from 2 Chronicles 29 jumped out at me in a new light. In brief, King Hezekiah has become the new ruler of Judah, and his heart is set on making things right before the Lord and His chosen people in Jerusalem. His first order of business? To put the Lord’s house, the temple of Yahweh, in order.
As I read these words, what stood out was the fact it took these men sixteen days to put the LORD’s house in order. Sixteen days were quite a lot of days that mattered, a lot of days worth recording in Scripture. Sixteen days were a lot of days removing things that were unclean or unnecessary, re-organizing things that mattered, and preparing a place of cleanliness, holiness and order to the house of God.
What settled in my soul is this: Order matters to God.
Please don’t misunderstand me. In no way am I comparing my home to the significance of the Old Testament temple of the LORD. There were specific purifying steps and processes the Lord made clear to the Israelites about His holy temple and how it was to be utilized for worship of Yahweh. Order, structure and ritual which all pointed to their need for God’s beloved Son to come ~ the Messiah. My home, although a haven and sanctuary for our family, is still only a structure of wood and stone. Although Christ is present here, and I am so thankful that He is, its significance pales in comparison to the Old Testemant temple. However, as I read that passage last week, I couldn’t help but imagine all those Levites rummaging through statues and pottery and old bones and scrolls, sorting and organizing and throwing away…..all to restore order, cleanliness, and peace to a place long ignored.
Order matters to God.
And in His quiet way, as I lingered in His presence, I knew He was blessing my desire to get my own house in order ~ to bring cleanliness, structure and peace back into our home ~ so we, too, can find ourselves ready for worship, for service, for this next season of our lives.
But what tickles me is this: Sixteen days. It took sixteen days to get the Lord’s house in order. No more, no less. What if I, too, gave myself sixteen days ~ no more, no less ~ to get my house in order? Something about the finality of it, the boundary of it, that appeals to me. Sixteen days seems reasonable, not too consuming, enough time to be thorough, and it offers a deadline.
Deadlines have always appealed to me.
So this is what I’ve decided to do. Over the next few weeks, I will be plotting out my sixteen days of ordering my house. Cleaning it, organizing things, restructuring systems, and re-evaluating spaces. My goals are to 1) Complete projects that are half-done, 2) Restructure a few things to work better for our family, and 3) Better utilize our spaces to be as effective, practical, and pleasing as they can be.
In the process, may I be a wise steward in determining things we no longer need, best utilizing the things we do, and ultimately recognizing our home’s purpose for His kingdom.
So……Sixteen days. Here we go ~