I’ll start with a note about what I’ve been eating today. I ate a normal breakfast, but lunch consisted of apple pizza and apple pie. And it wasn’t healthy at all.
But it was delicious.
And deep dish pizza is for dinner. I’ll go back to eating like a rabbit tomorrow. (aka salad and salad sandwiches from the cafeteria)
I was thinking about shelving today. It’s totally normal, because that’s one of the first things that I see when I wake up. My shelving unit with all my post-it reminders.
Anyways, shelves. This morning, I was telling Jesus about the things that I knew I needed to give over to Him, again. Then I got this picture in my head of what I keep doing with the things that I worry about needlessly.
I treat Jesus like a shelf. I put my problems and cares and worries and issues up there when I’ve had enough of them, when I think I’ve worried enough to actually do something. Then, when I start feeling like I’ve left it there long enough, I take it back down. And when it’s up there, I’m still looking at it all the time.
I’m pretty sure that Jesus doesn’t want to be a shelf, something that holds things when it’s convenient for me. I’m pretty sure that Jesus wants to take the role of the God who holds my cares and shortcomings and takes care of things and replaces worry with peace and then throws my sins and such into the deepest pit ever.
I’m pretty sure that it’s not supposed to be convenient for me to give things up. Not because Jesus makes things difficult for me, but because worry is clingy. It’s like a barnacle or a parasite. It’s rarely convenient to get rid of a parasite. And I doubt that many of us would want to put it on our shelves, to take it back down and keep it with us. Why would worry be any different?
Shelves are nice for post-it notes or for my graham crackers and peanut butter. Not worry, anxiety, troubles, cares, etc.