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Junk Drawer

Okay. So my junk drawer isn't that bad. I can't help it. I live better when things are tidy and in their place. It seems I have miraculously become nine months pregnant because I am a nesting and organizing crazy lady over here ever since the boys went back to school. But, let's face it, we all have our junk.

"Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective." James 5:16

I think one of the most difficult things in life is owning our junk. Seriously. Who wants to fess up to the crud in their life? I am not raising my hand.

One of our sons made a mistake the other day. He was not happy to talk about said issue and was a hot mess, to say the least. One thing my husband and I kept saying over and over to him was to own it and move on. Doesn't it seem that life is so much easier when we own our junk, learn from it, and move on. If we don't, we find ourselves in a heap of manure.

When we try and avoid our junk, all we are really doing is burying it under other hurts, pains, and mistakes. Eventually, that manure is going to stink so bad we won't be able to avoid it any longer. Frankly, I don't want to stink.

I have learned that my life is much more joy-filled, more peaceful, and more blessed when I own my junk. This may mean that I even take responsibility for something I didn't even realize I did to someone. Ugh. That's tough.

We all have junk drawers. Some of us clean them out regularly. Others allow room for the junk to pile up a little bit but then do a spring cleaning a couple times a year. Then there are those that pile so much junk in the drawer that it won't even close. Junk spills over everywhere penetrating all areas creating chaos and wreaking havoc on life.

The Bible tells us to get rid of our junk so we may heal. It calls us to a spring cleaning admitting our stuff so that we may experience the power of admission. I call this verse the "take the weight off my shoulders" verse. How much lighter do we all feel when the junk is finally out in the open? It may sting. It may hurt. But it feels good to get that big black trash bag and throw all that junk away.

If we allow our junk drawers to overflow, we won't be able to live our best lives. We will feel heavy and weighed down in a way we were never meant. If we are called to freedom, then we need to start living that way and that means releasing our junk into the great wide open. This may feel scary at first. It might mean having some hard conversations. But, at the end of the day, your life will be so free, so pure, so peace-filled that those hard situations and conversations will be totally worth it.

I think it's time we all cleaned out our junk drawer.

Love & Blessings,
Meg

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