Kevin greeted me with a cheesy grin as I opened my classroom closet door. His larger than life felt and wooden body stood in a tiled pool of toppled over books, piles of papers that needed filing, cardboard paper towel holders, and tipped over bins spilling out markers, crayons and glue. Lifting Kevin's tail in a feeble attempt to find the world map on the shelf behind him, my head bounced off his hard rear end, leaving a nice sized knot on my noggin. "That's It! Kevin, you have got to go! You have overstayed your welcome and I just can't work around you any longer!"
Kevin the Camels 30 minutes of fame in the Christmas parade two months ago had come and gone. Yet, here he was draped in royal blue robes with gold glittering garland draped over his tan head, taking up precious needed space. He'd been stored in my over-sized closet - well, the closet had seemed over-sized - where he awaited transport back to the church storage room from whence he came.
I'd grown so accustomed to Kevin's invasion of my precious space that I didn't realize my once organized closet had become completely undone. In order to accommodate his massiveness, I'd let all the neatly stacked bins and boxes and organized containers on the bookshelves become an utter mess. I hadn't taken the time to put anything back where it belonged let alone even bothered to pick things up off the floor once they had fallen from any one of the cock-eyed towers of teachery stuff. In an effort to accommodate His Camelness, I had ignored the condition of all the things that really mattered.
A wise man once told me if you're invited to a fight at the flag pole, punch the biggest kid in the nose first and then it's all down hill from there! The only way to organize this closet was to deal with Kevin, head on.
"Kevin." Ahem. "Kevin, this relationship is no longer working out for me. I allowed you a temporary stay and you have taken advantage of the terms of our agreement. I'm sorry to say, that it's time to get your camel-haired hind end out of here."
I wonder how many times we've had a camel in our spiritual closet. One that stares us in the face every time we open the doors of our hearts, or our relationships, or our computers, or our checkbooks, or our health, or our addictions, or our loss, or our pain and our suffering. We allowed it entry because we didn't know what else to do with it, and so we tucked it away where it couldn't readily be seen, assuming we would face it when we were more able and the time was more right.
All the while we assumed that it wasn't an over sized problem, even while everything else around us was falling apart and piling high leaving us feeling less and less able to get a handle on it. Before long, our faith, our strength, our relationships, our gifts and talents and our blessings were being trampled on by a stampede of the intruder we so willingly allowed access to the most precious parts of ourselves. Oh, we moved the bulky mass all around trying to make space for the things that truly mattered to us, under the illusion we had it under control. Yet, it took a tail end to the head to make us look down and see the puddle of brokenness laying at our buried feet.
Friend, have you examined the condition of your spiritual closet? Has something taken up the precious space that is hindering your relationship with God, your spouse, your family? Is something in the way that is costing you everything yet you feel defeated and overwhelmed? Is it forcing you to put aside the things that matter most to you? Sister, I encourage you to get into God's word and spend time seeking Him and asking Him to show you where to begin. He wants to clean out your closet. He wants you to have the room to grow, to move toward Him and to make the space for Him that He designed you to have.
Father, you know the condition of my spiritual closet. You know the camel that has overstayed it's welcome and grown larger than life itself. Lord, I will not compromise! I will no longer let this mountain stand in the way of the good that you have waiting for me. But, I can't do this on my own. It's too big for me. I need you, Jesus. I ask you to just show me where to begin. Just show me how to get started. I know that this problem is big and it will take time and much effort, but I know Lord, that with you, all things are possible. Father, I open my closet to you. I give you all access to what lies inside. I give you permission to clean it out and make it the space it was always intended to be. Amen.
I'd be happy to pray for you, friend. Please leave a one word comment below if you would like prayer. If you don't know what to type, "camel' will do. : )