straight up

I passed a garbage truck the other day. The truck was moving from one place to another taking with it the junk, the refuse, the useless items from each house and removing them forever.

My mind started to wander and I thought of hoarders, their houses filling with items that had lived out their usefulness, items that held emotional connection. Their houses filling more and more until there was only a path to walk. A path that went back and forth, never changing, never altered.

When we accept Christ, He comes in like the garbage truck, taking away all the junk, all the remnants of our old lives, removing them forever. But some of us still live like hoarders. We haven’t realized that our houses are clean: the refuse, the sorrow, the broken things are gone now. Christ has come in, clean us up and set everything right.

Just like Christian in Pilgrim’s Progress losing his burdens at the Cross, we too, no longer have to live bent over by the weight of what we used to be. We are free. Free to let go, to never pick it up again.

Free to dance, free to smile, free to sing, free to love, free to forgive. Free. Just like the woman in Luke 13:10-13, when we are released from our burdens we stand up straight. The weight and oppression of our past is gone.

As my counseling continues I am finding myself standing straighter. My old junk, my old worries, sorrows, sadness, and feelings of failure are being carried away. Being thrown away. Jesus has carried my junk away.

Straight up. That is the way I pray you will stand. Not straight up in defiance, but straight up in freedom. Celebrating the amazing gift of grace given to us by Jesus.

When Jesus saw her, he called her forward and said to her, Woman, you are set free from your infirmity.”  Then he put his hands on her, and immediately she straightened up and praised God. (Luke 13:12-13 bold mine).

Amen and amen.

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About gretchenr17

Wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend. Writer, farmer, fellow sojourner... at every turn I learn a bit more about God's wild mercies.
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