It is difficult when something or someone comes along and messes with your world. That perfect life that you’ve worked so hard to put together can be torn to pieces in the blink of an eye sometimes and the work of putting it back together never goes according to plan – and you are never the same afterwards. Often it is easier to muzzle your cries of pain and lock them up in emotional storage somewhere; unseen and unheard. Storage closets can fill up pretty fast though with things left undone and words left unsaid. You can push it in, pack it down, push it aside but, all it takes is someone to turn the knob with one small word and the door flies open as the wolves that had been so long at bay begin howling – usually at those closest to you.
The process of sorting and keeping and throwing away is never easy but is necessary if freedom is our desire. Emotions are fickle fiends which is why we are told not to rely on them (Jeremiah 17:9; Proverbs 28:26; Philippians 4:6-7). They twist and turn, morph and meld, flit and fade. When we do finally begin to deal with our demons there will be pain and there will be fear and there will be uncertainty. I have found that the only path to freedom from the control of emotions is through all this chaos. You must let it all out and allow the light of truth to weigh right and wrong and way out of line. The only way to make it through is to remain in Christ and let him carry you.
The Good Lord does not take short-cuts…neither does he take the long way around just for the fun of it. His ways are rarely the easiest and have often taken me through places in my heart that I would not have gone otherwise. He knows me inside and out. He knows my faults and failures, fears and feelings. He knows my temper and has witnessed my tantrums and has still been there when I’ve lost the one and finished throwing the other.
He’s taken me through some pretty messy stuff and has never let me down…not once.