Moooooovin...uh huh
Moving is the great deception. As you sit in your well cleaned house you can look at your stuff and greatly under-estimate the amount of energy it would take to move it all. As you get started, you think, oh, everything has its own place in the house, so I'll just pack up things in what they're stored in and everything should have a place to go, then I can just move those things and be done with it.
we are so deceived.
Once you get going, you start opening things, drawers, doors, nooks, and what is all that under the bed?!?! By the time you're knee deep in it, stuff starts appearing and disappearing like it has feet and is trying to make you go insane!
Once you're moved, you reposition, and things settle into place, except for that one box of random crap that you don't know what to do with.
Such is, I think, our hearts.
We look at our hearts in the day to day life and think, I can manage this. This isn't a lot of stuff...I could move about freely where-ever I was called to go...
But once you start heading to a new place, a new relationship, a new job, a new friendship, even a new frame of mind, you get confronted. Hurts and wounds and lies and patterns of behavior that didn't seem like such a big deal now seem to take over and drive you past insanity right into a crippling state of "I CAN'T HANDLE THIS!!"
We groan and twist and heave and pull our heart's baggage to our new place, crumble in exhaustion and, just like always, find a new spot to hide it. We cover it with a fancy cloth and use it as a coffee table, or even built a special shelf with glass doors and lights and call it "collectibles." But really, if we're honest, its all crap.
Its crap that makes it hard to move freely and sometimes function at all.
So instead of lugging this crap around much longer, I'm choosing to call out to God in a Heart Crap Yard Sale...Make me your best offer God!! I'll give it to you cheap!
He always seems to be in the market for heart crap...and he does just the most amazing things with it.
we are so deceived.
Once you get going, you start opening things, drawers, doors, nooks, and what is all that under the bed?!?! By the time you're knee deep in it, stuff starts appearing and disappearing like it has feet and is trying to make you go insane!
Once you're moved, you reposition, and things settle into place, except for that one box of random crap that you don't know what to do with.
Such is, I think, our hearts.
We look at our hearts in the day to day life and think, I can manage this. This isn't a lot of stuff...I could move about freely where-ever I was called to go...
But once you start heading to a new place, a new relationship, a new job, a new friendship, even a new frame of mind, you get confronted. Hurts and wounds and lies and patterns of behavior that didn't seem like such a big deal now seem to take over and drive you past insanity right into a crippling state of "I CAN'T HANDLE THIS!!"
We groan and twist and heave and pull our heart's baggage to our new place, crumble in exhaustion and, just like always, find a new spot to hide it. We cover it with a fancy cloth and use it as a coffee table, or even built a special shelf with glass doors and lights and call it "collectibles." But really, if we're honest, its all crap.
Its crap that makes it hard to move freely and sometimes function at all.
So instead of lugging this crap around much longer, I'm choosing to call out to God in a Heart Crap Yard Sale...Make me your best offer God!! I'll give it to you cheap!
He always seems to be in the market for heart crap...and he does just the most amazing things with it.
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