Quiet Monday night at home.
Really, its pretty amazing how life changes. Friends have come and gone. Relationships have been forged and broken. People get new jobs, make career changes, have children. People experience great boons and great calamities in their lives.
Tonight I spent some time cleaning my filing box. Inside I found so many irrelevant documents, once thought important, now just scraps of paper serving as reminders of days past and nothing more. The fact that I've held onto some of them for so long and even bothered to carry them across the country may have even taught me a lesson about myself.
Weights of the past can be tough to let go. Sometimes, out of fear, ignorance, or negligence we can hold onto them and they get stored away into the file boxes of our lives.
Reflecting on this I wonder if there's anything in my life that I've neglected from the past that is just a weight in the present. As a Christian believer, my mind is brought to this scripture:
"Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses,
let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily
entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us,
fixing our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of faith, who for the
joy set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat
down at the right hand of the throne of God.…" (Hebrews 12:1-2 NIV)
Still, I wonder exactly what race I am meant to run and what weights may be associated with it. As a twenty-something, that picture is still cloudy for me. But today it is my prayer and my choice to be hopeful, in spite of my struggles and frustrations. And in Him I can have confidence.
