Several mornings this week I scoot along the kitchen floor with a bucket of soapy water and a determination to clean out kitchen cabinets. It's a painful process in more ways than one.
Three days of cleaning, large bags of trash and boxes of stuff to give away - and I'm not even finished. In my efforts to live frugally, I've apparently become a hoarder, and it's {past} time to give stuff away.
When I confess my hoarding I hear the Lord say, you hoard your stories, too.
And I know it's true. It's what writers do - we collect our stories for the telling later - and what if there is no later?
What if it's bad stewardship - like the servant with the one talent who buried it in the field because he was afraid?
And I think I better dig that talent up and start giving my stories words.
What about you? Are you a hoarder, too?
