Sorting

Today I will sort...the junk mail from the real mail (read bills), the things that might be good to hang on to and read later (much) to what must be kept (little), the scraps of paper with bits of info and the ridiculous flyers that want to lure me into stores. So there is lots to go into the recycle bin. For me it is important to either rip things to an unreadable size or condition or get it outside to the big recycle bin; it seems I like to revisit things. This is never an intention, but happens nonetheless. It's not unlike pieces of my life. Odd how I avoid what should be revisited and return to the emotional junk mail, those things that clutter and do not fulfill or help in any way. Some nutty thought of decades past tempts me to ponder those things I cannot change, those things that may have done some damage, as though checking to make sure they're still there will provide an "aha" moment. Alas, the aha's have happened, moving on is the important step. For, yes, I have done more than just see the memories; I know the next step. It's a "Lord, help my unbelief" moment... unbelief in my ability to take the next step. Have you heard that it is wrong to avoid doing the right thing? What would have happened if Joseph had not done the right thing, the thing the angel told him to do. . . to take Mary and the Child to another region? What if the men Herod sent out had not taken the long way back ..? Granted, this is my life, not the Savior of the world's, but perhaps it is always important to step into God's truth and "do" the behavior, even on days we have trouble embracing the truth. For me, this morning it starts with sorting.

Junk mail be gone, clutter banished. It may be one room at a time, but it will matter.