STORAGE

In the soul there is a warehouse where we stored so many different things. Thoughts, desires, secrets, hopes, dreams and so much more.

The storage chest is like a depository. We have the capacity to put so much into the chest, but God owns the key.

If we fail to truly understand this reality we often think what we have collected during the moments of our lives do stay there till eternity. Oh we may think we have cleaned house, but who we are never in any way becomes some pure, unblemished essence in this life.

Many think so. They believe somehow that they can use a broom of their own creation and suddenly all they are gets cleaned and all the dirt is wiped away. What is left behind is this spotless and perfect chest that we can show off to the world.

But it never works that way. And God never wants us to see the world in such a light of deception.

What he wants us to see is the clutter. To discover just how much trash is collected with the good.

Not because he wants to embarrass us, but because he desires us to truly embrace salvation for its true level of forgiveness. Which can be very difficult to do with some people who think they can simply use their own soap of self-righteousness to somehow remove all the stains from a life time.

And when it doesn't really work, the simply turn out the lights and say, see no problem here, I'm fine. Which they never really are.

But then you know it never changes with some people. In fact even though that storage closet is transparent and they can see inside they just decide to never try to look.

Oh, they do see it in their minds. Each time they actually make some deposit of moments the have to look.

However, it is so easy to just try and decide, hey, it's not really that bad. I can clean it up later.

Only later never really comes. So we run off to try and clean up some other place an hope that will keep our minds off our own mess.

In the light of God's truth that is always silliness. It never touches or makes the mind truly forget the trash. Just use more air freshener of excuse to try and in some way pretend the rotting garbage of one's sins don't really stick.

Holding one's nose never works permanently. But it doesn't keep some people from trying.