Empty Attics

Empty attics and garages tend to refill themselves. After long days of cleaning, rearranging and disposing, garage floors re-appear, places to park and room for activities. Turn around and it is seemingly filled as if on its own. The dusty corners of my mind react the same.  Awakened in a pre-cognitive fog, I opened sleepy eyes to a devotional from Jesus Calling – Wait quietly in My Presence while My thoughts form silently in the depths of your being. Do not try to rush this process, because hurry keeps your heart earthbound. Good, because there was no “hurry” in these bones.

In the morning, Lord, you hear my voice; in the morning, I lay my requests before you and wait expectantly.   Psalm 5:3 NIV

In the time it took to realize I had nothing left to pray, the floodgates opened and consumed the “empty attic between my ears” with every worry that I battle back into a corner. God is faithful and will provide, but will He provide as I would have it? Do I need to be doing more? Moments of weakness cause selfish thoughts and tagalong doubt. I ask God to forgive my selfishness, but He knows my heart and understands the joust it faces with my earthly self. As the day proceeded, a message floated by about not hiding money in the freezer because thieves would look there first. Extending into God’s truth, Jesus said:

“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. Matthew 6:19-21 – NIV

“Continue on the path I lay before you, seek first My kingdom, I will take care of the rest. You have learned much and will continue to do so until I am in need of your talents.”

Fears ceased, dry creek beds began to flow and doubts dissipated. Perhaps it took doubts, laid in the hands of Jesus, to pursue the questions and wait for answers. Who would have thought that doubts were a good thing?

The breath of God parted the clutter in my dusty attic making room for divinely inspired endeavors and space to store heavenly treasures. May I always make room for Jesus and where He leads me to and through.

Be blessed.