“Honestly Jim, I haven’t a clue. It doesn’t match anything and it is so awkward and bulky. I guess for now, we’ll just put it in the basement and deal with it later.”
Deal with it later…
“Put it in the basement and deal with it later.” So how often have I said that?……. far too often.
Presently I do not have a basement but I do have a garage which serves more as an obstacle course then a place to park my car.
I don’t know how many times I have bumped, stumped, banged a toe, a knee, an elbow, or my head on something that protrudes from a shelf or from something that clutters the floor.
You would think that the little pangs of pain that I experience each time I bumped or stumped would teach me a lesson, but I just keep packing “stuff” away.
I mean, really, what am I thinking? That it’s just going to go away by itself, or that storage space is never going to run out?
The existence of those thoughts, going away by itself or never running out of storage space, only resides on shows like “I Dream of Jeanie” or in fairy tales with wand waving fairies sprinkling stardust in the air.
Honestly, why am I storing it? I must not need it, or I would have put it in a place that I could make use of it rather than storing it in a place where it’s gathering dust, taking up space, and spotting my shins with nice little shades of blue!
Eliminating the bruises
So I guess to eliminate the bruises, means I need to eliminate the “stuff.”
I’m not going to kid you, it’s going to take energy, lots of energy. After all it took energy to store it, dodge it, and manage it, so why shouldn’t it take energy to clear it?
Emotional “stuff” isn’t too much different
I couldn’t help but think that I often treat my emotional “stuff” such as, pain, anger, and strife in the same manner.
I stuff them down into the basement of my mind, never really addressing them, just storing, dodging, and managing.
Then I wait for the emotional moment to pass and hoping it will “magically” go away.
I then go on cruise control thinking that I’ve gotten over it only to find myself somewhere down the road ” looping,” or reliving the experience. And it never fails that when I loop… I grumble.
The loop of grumbling
Recently I found myself in just one of those “loops.”
I was sharing with a friend some transgressions that had befallen me in the past and as I unloaded my frustrations into her kind and listening ears, it began to dawn on me that I hadn’t gotten over it. The “stuff” had not been resolved and I was still harboring anger and resentment. Meaning I had not forgiven.
Basement of my mind
I then realized that I needed to clean out the basement of my mind. As long as the “stuff” remained unforgiven, and unreconciled, I would continue to stumble over it, bump into it and create bruises of bitterness on my heart.
Reality check: Eliminating the bruises of bitterness
Just like cleaning out a basement or garage, this too is going to take energy.
It will be a mental workout and a yielding to God as I rely on Him to help me forgive those who caused the pain.
The results will be rewarding as bitterness releases its control on me and I begin to experience peace and freedom for past pains.
One day I will be able, with God’s help, to address the “stuff” more readily so that it never makes it to the basement of my mind.
But until that day arrives I will use the “loop” as His barometer to let me know it’s time for spring cleaning, no matter what time of year it is.
- Proverbs 17:22 A Cheerful heart is like good medicine but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.
Now let me go find some of that good cheer and tackle my junk filled garage!