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The junk in my heart garage

Every Saturday we drive pass this house. And every Saturday for the past month or two these people are cleaning out their garage. There's a lot of stuff in that little space.
And today God spoke to me though that messy garage. That is my heart. So messy. I try and rearrange the mess. I try to clean it up to make it more acceptable to others. To God. I make new plans. I tear myself down for all that I am that is wrong and try by my own measly attempts to put myself back together.
All I want to tell those people is get rid of the junk.
Yes, He whispers.
That is exactly why I still weigh what I weigh. That is exactly why day after day after day I feel insecure, and worthless, shameful, ugly.....
I still carry all the junk.

But what junk. What is the junk that I'm carrying around. The junk I need to throw away. The junk that no matter how hard I try to arrange it in my heart I'll come back with it all a mess again.

This weekend I'm praying for knowledge & conviction on the junk.
Would you pray with me?

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  1. what a beautiful message. i love how He speaks to us even in every day situations.

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