I was looking in my pantry the other day, and I couldn't help but think two things: "Boy do I need to buy groceries, and WOW this pantry is chaos!" Believe it or not, the two thoughts are related. When my life is a disorganized mess, it causes me stress. For weeks, I avoided the mess and the stress of my pantry, but in the end, I just made things worse for myself and my family. (You can only make canned peas and instant mashed potatoes go so far!)
I used to be the kind of girl that didn't really appreciate order. I bragged about my "organized chaos" all the time. "It might be a mess," I'd say, "but it's my mess." Over time, though, I realized my mess was stressing me out.
As I was praying one day, I felt God say to me, "Alli, I am a God of order. I *placed* the stars in the sky. I didn't just toss them out there willy nilly. (God uses words like willy nilly with me.) I knit you together in your mother's womb, which means I had a plan for you. I numbered the hairs on your head (talk about details). There is beauty and peace and freedom in order. In chaos, there is only stress."
I thought about God's words to me for quite some time and wrote this down in my journal.
The beauty of order is that it leaves no room for chaos.
Friend, keeping order in our lives isn't meant to be a burden, it's meant to be a blessing. When I feel the stress in my life rising, I take a quick look around and say, "Alli, reduce your mess, reduce your stress." And then I thank God for reminding me of the beauty of order.
He placed them in the expanse of the heavens to give light to the earth. Genesis 1:17