"I want that storage area cleaned up tomorrow." His words echoed, perhaps a catalyst for the nightmares which assailed during the wee hours. The layers of decorations, crafts, unsorted videos, and various odds and ends was a recipe for frustration, and though inwardly daunted at this task, I clung to our family motto with tenacity.
Keep. Moving. Forward.
In the midst of school, chores, cleaning and meals, I managed to carve out nearly two hours to sort, stack, stash and chuck all the stuff that hadn't been dealt with at the proper time. And I'm happy to report a navigable, and workable area. Yet how unnecessary has been all of this frustration? All of this stuff, just stuffed into our storage area, with mild thoughts of finding time to "deal" with it later...until one day it becomes a major stumbling block in a time of trouble. Hmmm.
I'm one of those people who will tell you I'm fine when sometimes I'm not, because I think, I've got it sorted, when really, it's been stuffed away. But lately I've realized that an emotional release is really necessary. In fact, if it builds up for a long time, it can become quite, well, "stinky". Emotions were not meant to be encased and set on the counter to ferment like my sourdough or kefir. Especially negative emotions.
"Let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and clamour, and evil speaking, be put away from you, with all malice." Ephesians 4:31
Surely these will rot the fastest, if left to fester, like a grudge to be nursed. The word nurse means to care for in a way as to provide growth and development. How perspective illuminates! To coddle such a creature as this? Yet the human heart so often chooses the bitter way, as negative emotions are shoved to the back, where they are tasted best. With my children, I like to pretend the bad emotions are something malleable, and squash them into a ball which we then "put away" from us. What freedom!
But, hey, what about the positive emotions? Joy, love, and so on. Shout it out, right? How many times have I lacked the velocity to express loving and encouraging thoughts to others? Somehow the spark of His glory that comes with these thoughts is lost when they are saved for later. They don't fester, they fizzle. I remember many times sitting in church, thinking, wow, that was an amazing teaching. I should really go and tell this brother how he exhorted my heart. And the rarity of such a thing has suddenly struck me! Surely such a light will be stifled under the bowl of procrastination.
The Psalmist seems to always have an exhortation containing the word "shout". Let them shout for joy...shout unto God with the voice of triumph....let thy saints shout for joy. And when was the last time I shouted? Probably when practicing Taekwondo with the children this morning. Ki-hap! So maybe I'll try something new tomorrow....when we kneel in our little circle, I will stop shushing everyone, and instead encourage shouting! (In praise and thanksgiving of course :-))
Much better to shout than to stuff. Ah, the release! Many times it is tempting to bring the "stuff" to bear on husband, coming home with his own pressures still lingering. Yet we all know that's not a good idea! So instead, I've got to re-roll an old groove. You know the one....where we take those little odds and ends straight to His transporter, and exchange them for peace, before they fall on some unsuspecting innocent!
I tried to write a beautiful poem, but this rap is all that came out [wry grin]...I guess there is always next week ;-).
Stuff it in stuff it down stuff it all around,
And one day stuffing topples you to the ground.
When expected least,
This rotten beast,
Locks eyes with the skies
Of a hovering yeast.
Sort it now sort it then sort this burden out,
Bring it to Him, with a great big shout,
When an ounce it weighs,
Before an egg it lays,
And cracks out with a sprout
Spreading rank malaise.
Take it up, take it over, take it upon,
This wrap of His, He would have us to don,
Having been made meet,
We sit at his feet,
No pain, no strain,
The rest is O So Sweet!
Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light. Matthew 11:28-30