Redheaded Jill

Wednesday night after Bible class a friend was standing by my car and made a comment about the items inside. My car is like a big glorified purse. I use it as storage. I carry things I don’t necessarily need. I am the girl scout of drivers. I have things for emergencies. Things for emergencies that could not possibly happen anywhere except my wild imagination. I bet you couldn’t even guess half the things I carry around in my car.

I said, “Don’t look!” They said, “It’s fine. Do you want to see in my car?” I told them, “No! Because your car is probably beautiful and clean and mine is a hot mess.”

I read a post once that said the state of your car is the best reflection of your mental state. And I cringed.

So, with that thought in mind, while I fasted on Thursday, I cleaned out my car. Well… decluttered it more like.

I threw away tons of trash. I threw away tons of not quite trash. I took things inside that I have meant to take inside for weeks. (Let’s be real… months.)

I organized, I put all the tools in one spot, all the emergency supplies in another spot. I organized the trunk and threw out expired papers from the glovebox.

I feel really good about it. I even fixed the rubber lining that keeps water from leaking into the trunk every time it rains. Simple fixes.

It all stemmed from the shame of someone I want to leave a good impression on looked inside my car.

Oddly enough the next day a policeman instructed me on what to do with the busted taillight (cover it with red tape) for safety.

Maybe this is the re-birth I need this season. Fix your car, fix your house, fix yourself, fix your life. Start small and move outward.

I guess to go full circle I should vacuum out the dirt and scrub the footprint stains from the kiddos off my seats. We’ll see…