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Yesterday's post seemed to resonate with many of us. One comment simply stated, "Guilty", my reply, "Or course you are, we all are." Is there anyone who does not have a catch all drawer? I actually have two--one in the kitchen for all those things described in the post and one in my parlor by the
throne chair where I sit. It catches all those random pieces of paper I might need at some future date, the pieces of mail which might prove useful, all the electronic cords for recharging my life lines to the world, various scrapes of paper with notes and addresses, and at least 20 emery boards in various states of use. It is the junk drawer I once had in my professional life in my desk.
Another reader was inspired to clean her junk drawer out. I assured her it was a futile effort, for it will surely be brimming over once again as she stuffs all those "I might need's" back into the drawer.
Those drawers---they are a mere reflection of a more serious junk problem. The junk in my head of which I refuse to let go. Oh, I give lip service to giving it all to Jesus and then quicker than you can toss a screw in the junk drawer I have snatched it back and buried it deeper. This junk doesn't just clutter up a drawer---it clutters up precious brain cells and most important the room in my heart. It is taking valuable space in a limited compartment--for after all how many things can you truly think of at one time?
If you could open my brain, you would find an instant replay track of words that injured me. They keep rolling around and making their way to the surface. I repeat those slams over and over until I begin to claim them as truth. The enemy loves to remind me of those verbal grenades as he dredges me through the mine field of earthly destruction.
And then there is the list of failures I have experienced in life. Somehow I loose the importance of having tried and instead focus on the losses. When I compare the successes to the failures, the scale tips in my favor. Once again though, I cannot always seem to focus on the wins---but instead dwell on the losses.
At the top of this heap of junk is the "If Only's and "Only If's". What possible benefit could it be to playing this game of second guesses? But still I dissect and reconnect life's happenings, trying to figure out how different things would be---If I had only played a another card.
What a waste of time and effort! The common thread in everything I have mentioned and probably all the things I have not bothered to list--they are ALL IN THE PAST!
I have allowed the agents of the enemy to convince me of the lies they have fed me. Instead of giving credance to all that is good in my life, I have allowed a few isolated incidents from the past to cloud my perspective of the truth of who I am and given them undeserved replay time in the never ending monologue rolling through my head. I could use some retraining in leaving the past where it belongs-in the past.
And now, dear brothers and sisters, one final thing. Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise.