You park your car in your driveway and you decide, it’s time to clean this thing out. It’s a cluttered mess in here! Where do I start? I definitely don’t want to make more than one trip to the house, and there’s a lot of stuff here. Let me tuck this book under my arm like so, this bag over this shoulder, this bag over the other, this article of clothing around my neck. I’ll carry this in this hand, this cup in the other. Ew, what was in this cup?! Oh shoot where did I put my phone? Drop everything and do it again. Now if I could just maneuver my fingers to where I can hit that lock button on my keys…
We’ve all had this conversation with ourselves. I know I will do anything to not have to go back to my car and grab more things that need to finally be brought inside. Just the other day I was juggling cups, textbooks, and my phone in my arms, dropping things more than once. I’m sure it would have been comical to anyone watching. But to me, it was so frustrating after a long, long day at school and work.
What happens next? When I finally get inside, ready to put these things where they go and get to the next thing I have to do, here comes Charlie. For those who don’t know, Charlie is my pup who is not so much a pup anymore, but still needs constant attention as much as any pup would.
He is jumping around my feet, I’m carrying too many things, I can’t see, I trip over him. And what do I do? “CHARLIE GET OUT OF MY FEET. You are already on my nerves and I just got home!” I let all that anger and frustration out on him.
After I calmed down, gave Charlie his much-needed scratch on the head, letting him know he is a good boy however much of a pain he can be, I reflected on myself and my actions.
Isn’t this a lot like my walk with Christ? Don’t I try to carry all the baggage, hurt, heartache, anxiety, anger, sadness, and more, all by myself? Instead of saying “God, you’ve got me,” I’ve been saying “God, I’ve got this!”
And, just like little Charlie, doesn’t God simply want love, our acknowledge of His existence, a little bit of our time just so He can tell us, “let me carry some of that for you.”
We let our mess pile up over time before we decide we need to do something about it. And if you’re anything like me, the messier your environment gets (be it your car, your house, your office), the more stressed out you get. That day, finally taking time to clean out my car, I realized how much mess I had let build up in it and how angry it made me.
How often have I let my mess pile up — my anxiety, my sin, my struggles — and when I go to fix all of it, I am annoyed, I am hiding from God because I am ashamed, and I am taking my anger out on the cabinet I banged my knee on with curse words or fussing at my dog for just needing a little love?
28 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”Matthew 11:28-30
All God is saying in those “UGH” moments is, come to me. Leave that thing you dropped over there, we’ll go back to it together once I help you get rid of all this other stuff. Slow down, breathe, and let me help you carry this.
We were never meant to carry all of our burdens alone, but that doesn’t mean we weren’t meant to have any burdens at all. It’s all a part of your walk with Christ. Jesus knew He’d have to carry His cross, and He asked that His disciples take up their own crosses and follow Him (Matthew 16:24-28). All of the struggles are a part of the cross we bear, but take a deep breath and know that He never wanted you to be alone in carrying that cross.
I’ll probably still try to carry everything into my house in one trip, but maybe instead of with anger, I’ll travel with a little more grace and peace, a little lighter of an inner burden. Maybe letting Him help me carry the heavy stuff on the inside will make the physical stuff feel so much lighter.
Dedicating this post to my sweet pup, Charlie, who is always there to snuggle me when I’m sad, to make me laugh, and to take up the majority of my bed when I’m trying to sleep. He is my most favorite, fluffy little pain in the butt who I thank God for daily.
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