Putting out the Trash

I realize my last entry was a bit harsh...chalk it up to post-vacation crash...over-tired, overwhelmed, sleep-deprived...whatever. Sometimes things get kind of larger than life when your mind and body is on over-load. It doesn't change the fact that a chain of events resulted in a meltdown on my part. I'm going to be kind to myself and move on. It's easier that way...you know, getting some sleep, praying for God to take control of the situation, forgiving, move forward. It's all I can do...and as I've heard someone in the ministry say: (I'm not as eloquent at paraphrasing but...)

When you take your trash to the curb...you leave it there until the garbage truck comes to take it away...and that is what we must do with the "trash" of our lives...we bag it up and drop it to the curb (or feet of Jesus) and wait for him to take it away. We don't keep running to the curb to take bits of garbage back into our homes (lives)...once it's there, it's there until they haul it away. We trust that they're coming because that is their job -to haul the trash away...

So today I hauled my trash to the curb and I'm waiting for God to pick it up. I trust that He will, because I know it's His job and He is faithful. I'm going to try like heck to leave it at that proverbial curb. If I paint a mental image of all that "garbage" infested with maggots... maybe I won't be so inclined to haul it back into my life. (I am a bit of a germaphobe).

In the meantime...I guess I'll put my rose-colored glasses back on and convince myself I've got a wonderful life. After all, I'm healthy and I've got so many blessings to count.