It's amazing what we can get used to. After our recent move, things are starting to settle down. I've unpacked 98% of all boxes and things are finding their place. I love the feeling of home and order.
However it seems to be the small details that are lingering. Where will this go? Where will be the home of that? I carried a box from my study and placed it on the floor next to a desk in the kitchen intending to get to it. It sat there for several days. At first, the nagging thought- "Take care of that box, Yes! I know. I'm getting to you" plagued my mind. But after a few more days I kept walking by it. Though I intentionally sat the box in an inconvenient place, I noticed I just walked around it. In such a short amount of time, I got use to the inconvenience. I adjusted. The box remained.
It made me think of our souls... how often are there things in us that we tend to keep walking by intending to deal with yet don't?
A strained relationship, hurt, unforgiveness, pride, ambition, strife, anger, lust and greed?
We may think it's contained in a box but the truth is, it releases toxins in our soul.
Jesus said it best...
For it is from within, out of a person's heart, that evil thoughts come--sexual immorality, theft, murder, adultery, greed, malice, deceit, lewdness, envy, slander, arrogance and folly.
Mark 7:21-22 NIV
Back to the box... after coming in from an exhausting day, my bed was calling my name... but I looked at the box determined and said- "I'm tackling you right now." I refused to leave it undone.
I think it's time we declutter our souls. To declutter simply means to remove mess or clutter from a place. How is this done?
I've discovered a season of prayer and fasting is just the thing to help with this. I commend the many who take January as a time of seeking to do just that.
It's been my observation that there are two things that we are to never trust-- the flesh and the devil. And fasting keeps both in check. If we cannot ever trust our flesh then why in the world would we not fast?? Fasting is the tool that renders the flesh dead. The body is dead to sin but alive to God. (Romans 6:11). But if yours is like mine- it must be reminded of that daily. Flesh is crazy. It desires, debates, manipulates and wants anything bad for it. It'll settle for substitutes and counterfeits, it loves to feast and indulge in pleasure, it's fickle, inconsistent and settles for quick fixes rather that patient resolution.
Fasting is the tool that enforces that positional truth to make it my reality.
Next week I'll share more of the glorious but often lost discipline of fasting.
May multiplied grace be upon you as you courageously tackle the boxes in your soul. Keep fasting and praying Saints.
Onward and upward!