Girls are emotional.
Let's be honest.
Our emotions are like trash cans.
Some girls have a small waste basket,
that quickly overflows.
Other girls have the regular-sized kitchen garbage can.
They can generally control their emotions,
but occasionally tears will come.
I'm not like these girls.
I don't have a waste basket.
I don't have a kitchen can.
I have a dumpster.
The mega-sized kind that holds 10-years of emotions.
Instead of emptying the trash can every week,
sometimes more,
I just push it down.
Other people dump their trash into my dumpster.
They throw their bag of emotions into my abyss of waste.
I seldom glance in that dumpster.
In fact, the only time I really glance at it is when it's getting close to the top.
Then I smush it down, and move along.
Mmm. Emotions.
The thing about garbage cans and dumpsters is that at some point,
they get full.
They aren't an unending abyss of disposal.
They don't self-destruct or erode into nothing.
They grow over time,
the baggage increases.
Until one day,
it gets to be too much.
And you crack.
It's more like realizing that I have a lot of trash to get rid of.
That even though I may have a dumpster, I still have to purge your emotional baggage.
Instead of giving it to someone else,
I take it to the junk yard.
To the one place where it won't bother anyone else.
I take it to the foot of the cross.
Where emotional baggage and pain dull in comparison to the glory that is our Christ.
Matthew 11:28-30 --
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”
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