It’s Wednesday, sweet friends. I don’t know what that means for you (other than some fabulous links brought to you from a lady in her pajamas who guzzles her coffee because she ain’t got time for sippin’.) For me, however, it means trash day. 
I find trash day to be a funny thing. I mean, I want it to come because a family of six produces a whole. lot. of. trash. Yet, I dread the whole trash removal process. The emptying of the various household trash cans. The attempt to make it all fit in the big, green receptacle which always seems to smell like death. The art of rolling it to the curb while only touching it with the tips of your fingers because, hello, it’s a large pile of trash that smells like death.
I began thinking about this last night as I kept my husband awake until 2:00 a.m. purging my mind of all the worries I had been hoarding for several weeks. See, we all have trash. We all have issues that we need to tie up, take to the curb and leave. It’s not always that easy, is it? We just want to hold on to our trash and pretend that it doesn’t stink. Sometimes, however, we need someone to speak truth. Someone must stand up and say the emperor has no clothes or, in our case, tell us that our trash does stink.
So, today, let’s just be honest and quit pretending that we don’t all have trash. ‘Kay? Let’s pause and ask God to reveal those things that we need to remove from our hearts, minds and homes. You have trash and it’s okay because I do, too. But, if we would just open up to one another, we could work together and take it to the curb.
Y’all are sweeter than Nutella on a graham cracker.
Happy Wednesday!
- When You’re Wondering: How God Feels About Storms at A Holy Experience
- What Every Son Needs to Hear at We are THAT Family
- 9 Tips for Studying the Bible at LifeWay Women’s All Access
- Energy Left to Move Forward at Going Beyond
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ALSO – don’t forget to join the roll call (a.k.a. prayer chain) we’ve got going on in yesterday’s post!)
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Stacy Edwards (@sjedwards) is a trucker’s daughter and a pastor’s wife. She is a freelance writer and a homeschooling mom to four fabulous little girls. Stacy blogs at Servant’s Life where she uses her words to point others to the hope and encouragement found in Christ. If you need her, she’s probably hiding in the bathroom.
