Clutter in Random Places

I don’t consider myself a minimalist at all. But there are certain parts of my life that I definitely like a lot better when I have the discipline to de-clutter. 

Clutter in random places puts up a barrier. It creates small annoyances that change my mood and inserts insecurities that prevent me from experiencing max joy. 

My mind. Lots and lots of distracting voices can pile up here. 
My social media. Seriously, what good comes from that constant comparison?
My bank account. Expenses on things that serve no real value (margaritas and shoes notwithstanding). 
My mouth. When the junk piles up in my head, it spills out of my mouth and lands on my own ears. 
My heart. When I participate in conversations filled with criticism and negativity, when I don’t feed my soul with God’s word, when I look to the people around me for guidance or suggestion, my heart becomes tender to the wrong things. My priority list fills with things that aren’t important. My heart shifts and I lose my joy. 

God, please protect us from the clutter we can’t see but whose weight we feel. Please give us the courage to discard behaviors, thoughts, and desires that do not push us forward in love and light. Open our eyes to the things you call joyful. In other words, please make me want to want fewer pocketbooks and more drawer organizers. Amen.