I paid a price this weekend for the clutter I have allowed to pile up on the island in our kitchen.
We were without our name tags at Financial Peace University last night. They were buried in that pile instead of in the bag with our other class materials.
There was a 10% late fee on our quarterly water bill. Ouch. The original bill was thrown in that pile when the pile started and it never resurfaced. That didn't bring a lot of financial peace.
This price seems insignificant in light of the price Jesus paid to save me from death. When he died for me, and for you, he paid with his life so we could live forever in heaven with God.
I'm so thankful He hasn't left me in a pile of clutter.