The Junk I Don’t Notice

We are in the process of cleaning up our yard and making our neglected landscaping into beds where our bushes and flowers can feel proud. Our plan included the demolition of a small wooden shed that had been patched and reinforced many times and now simply looked sad.

We ordered an extra large dumpster with a contract that we could keep it for 15 days. I was expecting that, in addition to the shed and the obvious junk we have accumulated, this would give me time to go through the house and throw out clutter from there.

This picture, however, is of the dumpster at the end of the first day of this work. I asked my husband to stand next to it so you can get a perspective of the size of the container.

A Whole Lotta Junk!

A Whole Lotta Junk!

Our effort to get this container hauled away as is failed. We are above the fill line and had to hire another truck to come and take the junk off the top. As I look at this picture, I realize I have been relatively unaware of how much junk we have simply become comfortable with.

I wonder what God sees when I ask Him to search my heart, to know my anxious thoughts and take away any hurtful thing in me. The good news is that we have already paid for the dumpster so now that it meets the criteria it can simply be hauled away.

The good news is that Jesus has already paid for the disposal of my junk. I am going to spend some time now asking him to remove that which is useless and ugly in my life so that the fruit of the Spirit can have a happy home.

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