Sometimes you just gotta let it go.
If you’ve been reading lately you know there are a lot of cool changes at my house.
One of the latest is a new sectional in our remodeled family room. I am not into tan or brown or beige, so I call its fabulous color “sand.” It’s all in keeping with the “refreshing” feel of the colors of a muted day at the beach. When you pick paint colors like misty surf, calming celadon, and refreshed, you see a theme emerge.
But before my beautiful new “sand” colored sectional could move in, the old had to go. We couldn’t fit that ancient couch around the corner and up the stairs. I have no idea how we got it downstairs years ago, but evidently we did.
Originally I wanted to give my beloved couch away, but when it wouldn’t fit up the stairs my friend said, “The couch is tired. It’s time for it to go.”
Tired. Time to go.
Makes me think about life. There’s stuff I hang onto that’s tired. Bad thought patterns. Negative self-talk. Old paradigms.
That stuff is not just tired, it make me tired!
It’s time for it to go.
Like worrying.
Like looking in the mirror and telling myself I’m fat or ugly or wrinkled.
Like clinging to unforgiveness or rehashing hurts.
Like making decisions based on my fears and perceived inadequacies instead of on who the Great I Am says I am and what He says I can do.
Like living in a constant state of “not enough.” You know. Like not enough time, energy, money, courage . . . It’s a long list. Fill in the blank.
My friend, husband, son, and I took some pretty hefty tools to that old couch. A hunting knife. A hammer. Scissors.
We smashed the strongholds of the wood that framed the structure. Sliced apart the fabric. Cut the threads.
Friends, I want to smash the strongholds that frame wrong thinking in my life. Slice apart perceptions and habits that hold me to a lifestyle I no longer want. Cut through even the last tiny threads that bind me to the old.
It’s time for sandy beaches where I relax and live in calm places, refreshed as I enjoy the misty surf of life.
I want to live in new paradigms where I believe in good stuff and have hope for the future. Where I live as one convinced that there is a God who cares about me and is pouring all I need into me so I can live wiser, stronger, and more productive.
It’s time to believe that the new room of Paula will be painted with HIS glory and not my short-comings.
How about you?
Is there something old and tired in your life that just needs to go?
Until Next Time,
For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal but mighty in God for pulling down strongholds, casting down arguments and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, bringing every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ. 2 Cor 10:4-5
