The mess was driving me crazy.
Activity after activity had piled up in my life, and I hadn’t put away stuff in-between each event. I was preparing for Vacation Bible School, Bible camp, summer travels, along with putting
away holiday items. Yea, I was really behind. Boxes had lined my halls and were stacked behind my couch for months.
Boxes to go to the thrift store.
Boxes to go into the attic.
Boxes to go back to the church.
Boxes to go in the garage.
My house was a dump and it was driving me crazy.
Each box needed to be sorted, organized, and the supplies restocked in preparation for next year’s event, so I couldn’t just shove them away. Until I had time to properly deal with the boxes, I had to leave them.
As I explained my exasperation to my friend Ruth, and she smiled and said, “Just look up!"
I’m a little slow on the uptake, and was confused.
She clarified. “When you’re walking down the hallway, just look up. Don’t look at the mess.”
It seemed too simple to be useful, but it worked. When I didn’t look at the boxes and dwell on them, they didn’t bother me. Eventually, all the boxes were sorted and put away. I walked down the empty hallway with relief and thankfulness.
Now my life is the cluttered hallway. I have boxes of burdens that drive me crazy. There is an Innocent Man in jail who calls me weekly, grieves over his situation, but tries to stand firm in the Lord. I’ve learned how to buy him toothpaste, sox, shoes and stamps and anything else he needs to survive inside concrete walls and iron bars. He has diabetes and has almost died in prison because a guard was sleeping while he was in a diabetic coma.
The artificial thyroid hormone I’d been on for 9 years was recalled, and I am going through the changes to adjust to my new medication. When you say “woman” and “hormone” in the same sentence everybody wants to run. I have friends with broken hearts and friends with broken bodies l and I can’t do anything to change or relieve the situations. The boxes will be sorted through and put away in the Lord’s timing, not my own.
Ruth’s advice has been murmuring through my soul.
“Look up, Mindy, look up!”
Many clichés about depression or discouragement have a downward motion.
“Down in the dumps.”
“Head hanging low.”
“Down in the mouth.”
“On a downer.”
“In the pits.”
“In the dumps.”
“I’m feeling low.”
The words continue – crestfallen, down and out, downcast, downhearted, low-down, low-spirited, shot down – did I miss any? The burdens and trial of this life drag down our bodies physically, mentally and spiritually. Life is hard.
Looking up at the Lord doesn’t make your problems go away, it just makes it more tolerable to look down again. Look up and hand Him those boxes, and trust Him with the contents. The Lord Jesus is called “the man of sorrows and acquainted with grief.” He understands and is able to handle our boxes of burdens. He will unpack them and put the contents away in His way and in His timing.
“Just look up!”