Junk in the trunk
I over-ate. I mean really really over-ate; had a burger, some pizza, chicken, chocolate cake and soda. I can barely breathe well amidst the burping.
Gluttony sounds like what I’m hinting but let’s leave that for another day. I thought about how my body must feel. Having been filled with all this junk carelessly. Only I keep doing it because I know my body can handle it. It has a waste management system so no worries, I’m good.
Makes me wonder if that’s how our hearts must feel
The heart of man is desperately wicked
Why??
… could it be because we subconsciously fill it with wicked things. Opening up the portals of sight, sound, smell, taste and touch unto loads and loads of garbage??
Let me humuor you with a personal example. I never used to cuss. My best friend can attest to this (shout-out to him), that I would constantly judge him for using the F-word so much.
Then by association, I got hooked on to reality tv shows where cussing was the norm (despite their amusing attempt to censor some words). Let’s just say the ‘beep’ sound doesn’t help when our minds already know what words are being uttered.
Now, still a saint, I never cussed. I judged them for doing so but I was so caught up in the storyline of the show, after a while, I got numb. Subconsciously, I had ‘downloaded’ these words into my system; expecting my waste management system to do away with them.
All’s well that ends well. I was good until I noticed when I got upset a cuss word would slip out before I could catch it.
If something fell out of my hand or I accidentally bumped my leg, I would yell the F word and many more my heart had downloaded.
It was almost as if, I had created a bank of these words and they were quietly residing somewhere waiting for opportunities to be expressed.
Question dear Saints,
Did I go seeking these words?? Nope. They sought me and I allowed them subconsciously.
The heart of a man is desperately wicked.
Just like my current trunk, have you wondered how much junk you’ve gathered?
It’s only a matter of circumstance till you burp them out.
Dear Saint standing tall, be careful lest ye fall.
Don’t just stand tall, guard your heart. Set boundaries for your mind. While emptying it of the world, be filling it with Godly things.
A Godly apetite is insatiable. It keeps you wanting for more.
You should try it.
~sheyla~
Safe Space 🤗
What similar experience have you had in your journey??
When have you felt you had it all and standing tall only to slip and fall??
Feel free to share anonymously (if you like) and what you did to overcome it!