December has arrived. As I set about decorating for the season, I can't help but notice how many boxes have accumulated in my basement over the years. Some hold tried and true ornaments, some are filled with lights for inside and out, some hold treasures made long ago by little hands, which have now grown to teenaged hands.
But what baffles me each year are the many boxes packed with things that never get dusted off and displayed. I have found myself (for several years in a row) opening these boxes, mentally determining their contents unfit or no longer desired, and placing them back on the shelf. What keeps me from donating or dumping what's inside? What attachment do I have for objects that can't hold my interest long enough to unwrap them from years' old newsprint?
Seems these things I hold so tightly carry with them a burden. I dread opening them each year. I feel guilt for collecting so much stuff and more guilt for being unable or unwilling to get rid of it. The stuff takes up space, too. Its mass is cluttering and closes in on my ability to breathe easily. It steals a place I could fill with something I would really love, something I would look forward to opening each year.
If a few unwanted boxes of Christmas decorations carry such a chain reaction of emotion and obligation, what about the other baggage I carry around everyday? How many boxes are hidden in my life filled with habits, memories, grudges, hurts, dreams, goals, etc.? What do I dread opening for fear it will remind me of what I am afraid to confront, unwilling to unpack, too stubborn to face, or too cautious to try?
If I clear out those cluttered spaces, what blessings, joys, hopes, and love might fill the newly empty spaces?
Not a bad thought to ponder this Advent season. What fills the spaces of your life, your heart, and your home? Which of those are you ready to face and let go?
For me today, it starts with a trip to Goodwill!
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