Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean: wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. KJV
Life hurts. That is a plain and simple fact that we all must someday face. What we do with that hurt is the defining factor in the quality of life that we eventually live. Sometimes the battering of life's storm is so intense and prolonged that we no longer deal with situations and just begin to accumulate layers of pain and scars that cripple us from living healthy lives. These emotional injuries are not so apparent; such as, a missing body part or jagged scar. Nonetheless, these scars continue to carve into our life experience in ways that are far reaching.
When we internalize pain from the storms of life and hurts that we receive from others, intentional or otherwise, it is akin to a hoarded home. Hoarding occurs when more baggage, whether it be material or emotional is brought into a dwelling then is let go, and is not maintained in an orderly manner. That dwelling may be your home or your heart. If you have ever watched the television shows that deal with this issue, you understand that it isn't easy for those that hoard to let go of the material things that are cluttering their lives. The emotional significance of the hoard is tantamount to the life issues that each one of these persons is attempting to deal with.
Several years ago I had my art studio set up and organized. Due to a family crisis, I needed the space that it was housed in. All of my art supplies were boxed rather unceremoniously and stored. Later, I set my studio up again but it was never as organized as it was originally. Due to another issue, that reincarnation of my creative space was stored again and I ended up with a tangled mess of art supplies. Upon my first attempt at sorting my things, I had a minor meltdown when some old and irreplaceable pictures were almost discarded by someone helping me. No one but God understands what precious things are under the strata of our lives. Recently I reestablished my studio space into a functional order, although it needs some tweaking. Each item I sorted brought back memories of the projects I had left unfinished, the tragic emotions I had not dealt with at the time, and the hope that I had for the future. Please don't allow your heart to become like my art studio. Please allow God to be your sorting partner. He understands and is totally invested in purging our lives and hearts to be healthy and walk in His light.
Father, please lead and guide us to walk in Your perfect light. Life becomes so burdensome, thank You that Yours is the shoulder that we must lean on to bear it. I pray that You hearken these words to the eyes of those who need to understand how our hoarded emotions harm our lives. I thank You for purging us, even when it is painful. In Jesus name, please continue to do Your perfect work in all of our lives. Amen.