My friend, may I ask you a question? Sometimes when life's sorrows crowd out the joy of living, why is it so hard to let them go, even long after we've long forgotten the pain connected with them? Why is preservation so strangely comforting in that sense?
My friend, life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I’m Mark Brunner.
Sometimes it's just hard to let go of comfortable stuff. Let me give you an for instance. Not too long ago my wife Holly asked me to go up into our attic and look for a bin that contained rugs that she had packed away several years back. There are so many bins and boxes to go through, many stacked atop one another, that’s it’s difficult to even find a starting place to begin the search. Although some of the bins are labeled and they were, in general, parked in categorized groups, that’s was no guarantee that the rugs would be in a bin marked “rugs” and that they might not have been moved behind the Christmas decorations or pushed into some other corner of the attic in a previous search for something else. It took a while, but eventually the bin was found. But, in that search I ran across so many bins full of things I just couldn't imagine why we had saved in the first place. Bins of paperwork and files long past their necessary, tax related, retention dates. It was, I suppose, the comfortable thing to do at the time, hoping that just having them would give us a sense of security, but, in fact, the logic had long since faded from memory.
It’s like that with life's sorrows. It’s hard to let them go sometimes, even long after we've forgotten the pain. Preservation is comforting in that sense. When we need to we can draw on them for some sort of altruistic comfort?
Here's a story: “Once a man living in the streets in the dirtiest of rags was asked to a banquet at the Palace of the Great King. He pleaded that he couldn’t attend a banquet dressed in rags. He was assured his rags would be exchanged for suitable finery at the palace. He arrived shortly at the dressing chambers of the King. Servants took the rags, bundled them in a little package, and proceeded to scrub and clean the man from top to bottom. He was then allowed to choose his robes from the closets of the King. He chose an exquisite garment of purest silk. However, he insisted on taking the bundle of old clothes with him. The man was seated, looking resplendent in his new attire. He hid his bundle of rags on his lap, underneath the tablecloth. As the trays were passed, he had difficulty getting the food onto his plate, constantly juggling the package on his lap. When the evening ended everyone had eaten except for the man clinging to his rag bundle. He was as hungry as when he had come; too busy holding on to his old rags.” (Peter Kennedy, Copyright 2006)
There’s an old saying that “you can’t change the past but you sure can ruin today by worrying about tomorrow.” Sometimes we like to hang on to things that have happened long after they’ve become nothing more than useless memories. Like those old, useless but comfortable rags or those attic bins that no longer have any purpose, a life built on regrets of the past is a life that is headed for more regret tomorrow. God wants you and I to let go of the things we have no control over anyway. Dwelling on past hurts and regrets robs the day and barters the future. You and I need to let go of old regrets and make sure that each new day is really new and fresh. Discover what fresh new blessings God has in store for those who make forgetting a memorable part of each and every day.
We pray. Heavenly Father, sometimes it’s comfortable not letting go of the bad things that have happened to us in the past. Sometimes we find comfort knowing that we can draw on past pain to ease the present pain. Forgive us Lord for holding onto memories, sorrows and regrets that no longer belong to us because you have mercifully claimed them for yourself. In Jesus name we pray. Amen
Therefore my friend, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry for itself; each day has enough trouble of its own. (Matt 6:34) This Passing Day. May this passing day honor our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and be a blessing to you and everyone you meet. Find a stranger and say hello. Don't let another day pass without your day blessing someone else.
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