Clothes Whorse?

I did it. Today I dared to delve into my mounds and mounds of clothes. Just like on TV I separated keepers, giveaways, clothes that needed mending, and my own special category: I'm not sure if it's clean or dirty so I better wash it.

As I start getting organized I realize that I have A LOT of great clothes! They don't all fit now, but I'm even more inspired to continue with P90X after today's "re-finds".

I gathered two giant gray contractor bags full of giveaways and I'm feeling really good about myself because I've decided that all my suits can go to Dress for Success to help women find jobs. I've pared down from 6 plain white long sleeve shirts to 4. Feelin' pretty good about myself.

Then I start putting the keepers away.

I quickly realize that I STILL don't have enough closet space. What's a girl to do? Run off to Target to pick up organizers. So I've got a basket for my bins, and bins for my bins. Hooks and hangers and cubbies and I am about to check-out when I am frozen solid by 2 questions.

Do I really not have a big enough closet? or is it that I STILL have too much stuff?

And that's where I'm at. I left Target with nothing because I couldn't help but wrestle with whether or not I was in the act of "building a bigger storehouse".

No resolution yet. No answer to the question. If anything it raises more questions.

I know that I don't love my clothes more than Jesus. I know that giving away more clothes doesn't make me more "Jesusy". So I'm just going to sift through again and wait for The Lord to reveal to me the lesson of the Clothes Whorse. Keep you posted.