Boxes

Some of the things I've saved (hoarded) over the years are boxes. You know, the good ones. The well made ones, or the right sized ones that I'm sure are good for something... And yes, some of them have been used, especially lately, but mostly they are more of the 'stuff'. As we've been packing I find myself looking for just the right box to put things in. Sometimes repacking because 'that box will work better for this' or I want them to stack well. Much of the stuff will remain in those boxes, where they are out of sight and can be accessed at our convenience. Some of it never to be used by us again. But they fit good, and stack well. Now, nearly everything is done. The house is clean, the walls are bare, the shelves and drawers are empty. Everything put away in boxes. The house looks good, but without those things it's sterile and it lacks life. I'm afraid maybe that's what I've done with God (and important relationships). I try put them in the boxes where they fit the best, where they don't clutter my life, and I can open them at my convenience. But is that what I want? Bring back the clutter!