I have this thing with closets. I can trace back to moments when I hid my pain from the world huddled in my closet. I remember times of being on my knees in my closet begging God for different answers to my prayers. There have been moments of restoration when I retreated to my closet, knowing I could shut the door and find solitude. Dimly lit closets have been some of my best journaling times. A walk in closet will always be a must in any house I live in. It is not because I need it for my clothes. I need it for my heart.
Many years ago when my grandmother was still alive, she worked for American Greeting. I collected cards and gifts to have on hand for any occasion. I ended up creating a gift closet in my house. To this day, I have maintained that tradition. Every time I open the door to dig through the treasures, I remember her. It is one place where I can step inside and experience every holiday all at once. Tucked away are small new gifts waiting to be used. They are nestled among clusters of candles, balloons, streamers, napkins and plates. I shut the door every time with a smile on my face.
When I think about closets, I think about my life in general. There are so many times that I have been in a season or walked a certain journey where God has tucked away some gifts for me. Nestled among the clusters of pain, celebrations, circumstances, highs and lows are these incredible gifts He waited to use at the appropriate time. They have been gifts of wisdom, confidence, deliverance, grace, mercy, hope, family, friendships and love. Along the way, the Lord has taken things that appeared to be insignificant and richly blessed me in ways I didn’t expect or sometimes deserve.
This I know…God’s gifts are always given to be shared. Whatever He has tucked away in your gift closet, receive them and regift them.
“As each has received a gift, use it to serve one another, as good stewards of God’s varied grace.” 1Peter 4:10