Junk

Junk, junk, junk. I can't believe we can own so much JUNK! My dear and wonderful husband hoards. For three days he has been carrying just junk. Our garage is bursting as is our side yard. I on the other hand am a thrower. I have been throwing away more stuff. My purging and his hording always is a source of fighting.

Maybe it is that way with God and our selves. We hoard things not good for us; worthless, and just cluttering our growth. We, on the other hand; scream, pout and tantrum when God tries to remove those things we need to have removed.

God wants a pure clean heart; for my benefit. I wish I could learn to let go sooner, and stop adding to my pile of junk. God, please keep pull until I am willing to stop collecting.