There are three saint names on my refrigerator: Saint Zita, Saint Martha and Saint Jude. I have them there to remind me of a big prayer intention.
At this time last year, I was still recovering from a significant illness. My left vestibular nerve (which is supposed to work with its partner on the right to handle balance) was damaged after an illness, and, over the course of months, I had to relearn many basic things, like walking, dressing, driving and care of the home. (It’s a longer story than for here. You can read about it at atxcatholic.com.)
I can walk, dress and drive again. But the point on “care of the home” is not perfectly finished. When you don’t pay attention to your home for at least a year, things pile up a bit. And I’m prone to spending more time praying than cleaning anyway. I decided it was time for divine help.
Saint Zita is the patron of housekeepers. Saint Martha is the patron of hospitality (so people can come over to that well-kept house). And Saint Jude is the patron of impossible causes. I remember to ask their help when I go to the fridge.
They must have heard me because I had an encounter with the Heavenly Father while I was working on the house last month. I do clean the major things for sanitary purposes. It’s just that there’s some clutter from things we don’t use anymore. I was praying about things to keep, give away or throw out and found the Lord.
“All things are under my dominion,” He seemed to tell my heart. “It’s in my dominion whether it’s in your house, in the donation pile or in the landfill. Don’t you think I can make something disintegrate if I want?”
Huh. Don’t I say all the time that God has dominion over all things? Why wouldn’t I think trash was included? I must admit I’m scared to throw things away because there are so many messages about things remaining forever in the landfill. I fear throwing away something that seems perfectly good even though no one would really want it. And I’m always thinking I should keep things “just in case.”
But He pointed me to a lack of faith. I was reminded that Jesus said in scripture the Father would provide if I ever needed something, but that holding on to things just made it heavy for me. He wants my freedom.
So, since then, many bags of things have left my house for other places: books that we don’t read, clothes no one would wear, shoes that don’t fit, trinkets that we don’t play with.
I am called to trust that a landfill is God’s dominion and He can deal with it if I give Him authority, that the things I donate can be a blessing to someone else if I ask Him, and that I don’t have to worry I won’t have what I need later. He has dominion over all things, what I need and what I don’t.
If God so clothes the grass of the field, which grows today and is thrown into the oven tomorrow, will he not much more provide for you, O you of little faith? So do not worry and say, ‘What are we to eat?’ or ‘What are we to drink?’ or ‘What are we to wear?’ All these things the pagans seek. Your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. But seek first the kingdom [of God] and his righteousness,* and all these things will be given you besides. Do not worry about tomorrow; tomorrow will take care of itself.