Cleaning Out My Night Stand-Not Even Close to Cleaning Out My Closet

The healing ????

It took me over 2 hours to clean out my side table. Not mine and my husbands, just mine. It’s one of those things that had been somewhere on the “To-Do” list, somewhere down low enough that it was forgotten.

It all started because my sister-in-law posted on Instagram that she was doing some cleaning and organization thing that Ashley Rose Reeves was doing. I didn’t think much of it except for the fact that my sister-in-law has four young girls and a cute house that is clean and well kept everytime I see it. I’ll admit it was a bit of an eye roll from me because her house already seems de-cluttered to me and in better condition than mine.

I had no intentions of joining this cleaning and organizing movement that @ashleyrosereeves was doing. Until, we were leaving my brothers teams basketball game and I made a comment that my nightstand was discusting and I really need to clearn it out. My daughter responded with something like, “your entire room grosses me out!”. Ouch! It’s true the truth does hurt and there’s nothing I appreciate more than a healthy dose of truth. I figured the side table would be a small task, needs to be done and I’ll feel accomplished. I started what I thought would be a quick task I would’ve guessed it would take me 30 minutes.

At first I was laughing and joking about it. I was shocked by the number of books and magazines that I had shoved under there. It filled a Home Depot storage box. There were so many random items, pictures, coasters, camera’s, bullets, jewelery that I have and never worn and have no intentions of wearing, etc. Why in the world have I kept so much stuff?

By the time I reached the two hour mark the laughter from earlier had stopped. My husband had gone to bed and I was left with my thougts. I slowly started to realize how disconnected I’ve been.. I’ve been in survival mode for at least 2 years. I’ve worked long hours at work and my home and family life have been sacrificed. I just can’t live that way anymore.

I see the value that it brings me to have a clean space. I know it effects my mood. And I know it’s time to change it. Consistency is key as it is easy to fall back into hold habits.

What if God doesn’t exist?

What if when we die we’re just bured in the ground or burned to ashes and that’s the end of the story? 

What if there is no bright light or pearly gates? 

What if there’s no one there to great us when we die? 

What if we die and no loved ones to run to us and hug us?

What if this life wasn’t a test or just an experience?

What if there will be no one there to judge us according to our behavior and the way we treated others on this earth?

What if there is no God?

What if there is no Jesus?

Oh but what if there is?

Suppose we live a life of prayer, church and scripture and turns out none of it was true. Would it mean that the kindness or unkindness we show and the things we do matter any less or that our kindness didn’t count? Perhaps we should ask the people we are kind or unkind to. It matters to them and makes a difference in their life. Kindness counts. It doesn’t matter if you believe in God or not. In the end if none of it was true I will have lived a better life because I believe that God is real.