Boxes
Posted by Nancie on August 17, 2008
When I have a hurtful issue to deal with that can’t be solved immediately, I put it in a box, label it, and store it in a little closet on the left side of my brain. This filing system works great most of the time. My friends wonder at my ability to take painful situations and pack them away until a betteolicr time arrives to deal with them. This all started many years ago when I was the teenage daughter of an alcoholic father. It just wasn’t convenient to deal with the sight of my mother dragging him back inside after he had fallen drunk on the driveway. I guess my habit of burying emotions followed me into adulthood. Yesterday, when I was opening the door of the closet to add something to the husband box, there must have been too much crammed in there. I tried to block the descent, but the weight was more than I could bear. Tumbling on top of me, the boxes fell until I was crushed under their weight. Just great. That’s gonna take a lot of work to fix. I don’t have time to deal with this mess. I wonder if God would be willing to clean it all up? Wait, He’s calling…hold on I’ll be right back.
Well, He’s willing to help me if I will trust him to do whatever He wants with the boxes. but can I give anyone total control of all my stuff? I will absolutely give Him the first box he asked for. It is labeled in all caps; WORRY. The rest can stay on the floor for awhile. I don’t feel like cleaning up right now anyway. Hey, there’s the one he wants, way back there under the husband box, and right next to the daughter box. It must be on the bottom because it’s so stinkin’ big.
