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My mental clutter kind of busts out from time
to time. Sometimes a stray thought drops from
the shelf. Other times, there's an outright avalanche.
It's no big secret I have mental issues.
They gave me a fancy diagnosis and everything. They
said I could keep this fancy gift forever, so I stuck
it in my closet. I sometimes break it out at parties or when
I want to impress someone.
it in my closet. I sometimes break it out at parties or when
I want to impress someone.
Alas, I don't go to a lot of parties or impress a lot of someones.
But I still have the gift of fancy.
But I still have the gift of fancy.
Honestly, too often I hide in my little dark corner, buried in
clutter, wishing I wasn't so stinkin' fancy.
THEN GOD REMINDS ME TO PRAISE HIM!
And I do. Right there, in my mess, in the dark, I praise Him.
Eventually, little by little, I crawl out of that closet. I have to.
There's work to do out here.
The miracle of it is that, no matter what, God lets me work for Him.
He employs the weak, the strong, the plain and the fancy. Whatever
the gift, He knows what to do with it.
In the light He has use for me.
When the pressure sends me back to my dark corner He still has use for me.
I come out because He has use for me.
There's work to do out here.
The miracle of it is that, no matter what, God lets me work for Him.
He employs the weak, the strong, the plain and the fancy. Whatever
the gift, He knows what to do with it.
In the light He has use for me.
When the pressure sends me back to my dark corner He still has use for me.
I come out because He has use for me.
He has use for me.
Even. Crazy. Me.
And guess what.
He has use for you too.
