1 Bag, 2 bag, 3 bag, 4

A bag a day. 

Go me. 

 I start out strong. 

3 full size garbage bags.

Off to Goodwill and a few second hand stores. 

Maybe I can earn a little something. 

I got this; It's easy peasy. 

Day 4.

I move to a smaller bag.

I still got this.

I clean out drawers. 

I decide a bag of trash counts. 

I still have this. 

I move to a grocery bag size. 

But I still got this. 

I am in it for the long haul.

I may have started out with gusto, but I am at my pace now. 

Even a grocery size bag is something.

But something else is happening. 

Isaiah 43:19
See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? 
I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.

With each bag goes a part of me. Pieces of me that have been weighed down for years.

Things  I don't need. 

Really, have never needed. 

The freeing feeling of walking through a room that is not full of stuff. 

OK, I am not there yet. But I am gaining in that area. 

It's amazing the things we hold on to. The things we think we will need one day. 

Since Elijah left us; everything looks different. 

I see everything through a different lens. A lot of the clutter has lost it's appeal.
The things I held tightly to, are easy to let go.
As I de-clutter the house, I am gaining independence.

 My home is not controlling me. 

I am letting things go. 

Leaning into the memories.
I haven't been taken out of the wasteland; it has not been removed.
I remain in the midst of turmoil and heartache.
The new thing will happen during this painful time.
It is through the journey. . . not when it's been removed that it will "spring up".

I seek the the quiet each day.

Trying to heal this hurting heart. 

So, here's to bag 9 and 10. 

I think one should worry if I get to a small Ziploc sandwich bag. 

How is your Lenten journey going?

Are you stepping into the journey on which God has you? 
What does it look like?