Decluttering My Heart

We are one step closer to getting the house. The closing date is March 6th. God has answered prayers for a house that is below our budget as well as having the features we were looking for. The plan is for me to move in mid-March and my fiancé would move in after our honeymoon in July. I have accepted that Knob Hill is our new neighborhood. God has been working on my heart. Unearthing any prejudices about neighborhood and the people who lived there. If we are all truly honest, prejudices about a certain people group still exists in the 21st century. It doesn’t rise to the surface until you are confronted with it face to face. I asked God to forgive my feelings towards the working-class blue collar aspects of my new neighborhood. I admit that I have segregated myself through work, church, and everyday life so I wouldn’t have to deal with that part of town. It’s wrong because God has not called us to be so distant. We justify safety and confront at the expense of revealing a loving God to those who don’t see Him every day. Instead they see affluent Christians who seem very much like the rest of the world – afraid to set foot in their places of daily living. People whom God loves just as much. Yet, circumstances like poverty, drugs, and crime have brought them to this present moment. Circumstances that we are not that can happen us. Sometimes, in our quest for God, we forget our humanity. Jesus didn’t shy away from his human side. His love thrived even above the criticism of the Pharisees and Sadducees. I want to be more like Jesus and shed my religious mask. To love freely as I see that person for who he or she is and not as an obstacle to my comfortable life. Yet, I also I’m not naïve about the challenges of living in a raw and vulnerable space. I will need to lean into God more as we start this new journey of our lives.

Simplicity is not always about decluttering things and physical space. It is about decluttering our hearts of the things that keep us in bondage and doesn’t allow us to be transformed by God. It is the dark dank spaces with its odor spilling out and tainting the view of God. My fiancé and I have to be careful not bring in baggage that could destroy the work that God may be already doing there. I’ve been praying how I can serve in the community. The local elementary school is one place to start. Most of the children come from single parent homes and live at or below the poverty line. I was that child a long time ago with a single mom trying to make ends meet. It is amazing how God can bring you back full circle.

I’m also looking forward to making our home a place of simple hospitality. A refuge for those to rest over a good meal and good conversation. Simple meals. Simple intentionality of making those individuals feel at home. God has convicted me of this lately as I’m reaching out to old friends that I have neglected from being too busy and exhausted from work. I’m praying for a job change so I can do this gesture on a more frequent basis. I feel called to be closer to home and making it safe place to fall for my soon to be husband.

I’m putting down roots in a community I never dreamed of. Yet, God has open up my ideals and placed in new ones. Ones that are God breathed and God created. I just need to be obedient and see what He does with it. Like that old Rolling Stones song, “You can’t always get what you want. You get what you need.” God knows what I need before I know it. I just need to trust and simply surrender.

Simple Pleasure Song of the Day – You Can’t Always Get What You Want by The Rolling Stones