Cleaning Up

Every once in a while, there comes the need to de-clutter our lives. We get to realize that there are so many mixed priorities and the important things are ignored as the mundane take precedence. One then has to make the decision to stop everything and take stock of their life. The most important step is this stopping, because some of us thrive on movement. We end up like the proverbial rolling stone, gathering no moss, but wounding and breaking so many on our way downhill.
This de-cluttering normally happens for me towards the end of the year and more so at the much hyped Christmas holiday. This was one celebration I could hardly wait for as a child, but find myself increasingly abhorring. I guess the commercialization of the whole thing and a little internet research into the actual history of the date and traditions surrounding the day contributed in no little way to my current feelings on the same.
Christmas Day afternoon was my time this year to think through my life. I went with MP3 player, notebook and pen to the farm and sat under the trees. I talked to God, yes I did a lot of talking. I guess He must be very patient, because I felt like He wanted to talk to me, but I didn't allow Him to talk. I just wanted to vent and He was more than willing to listen to my ranting. I can still sense Him trying to ge through to me but I am not slowing down enough to hear what He wants to say. I feel that I greatly desire to hear Him but hard as I try, I can't get to slow down enough. So now, I am walking with my heart on high alert, waiting for Him to deposit something inside. I leave with some friends for a holiday to Samburu tomorrow morning. I hope to hear from Abba this week, and I hope that the change He has began in my heart will not stop growing, because it is always my impatience that ruins everything.
Psalm 34:4