Wrung out...
Cleaning...
It is something I actually enjoy. I find it therapeutic. Of course as a male there is also that feeling of accomplishment and the ability to check a box on my to do list.
The sponge...
I have always been fascinated by sponges. Primarily because when I was younger my father had natural sponges in the garage for when we washed the vehicles. I thought it was so cool that this porous and insanely absorbent thing was once alive in the sea! They also work much better for cleaning than man made sponges. They wipe away the dirt and absorb all the filth that obstructed the view of the cars natural look. That is when the time comes to wring out that sponge. Grabbing both ends; squeezing and twisting with all your might as you in order to force all the dirty liquid from it in order to fill it back up with clean, soapy water to continue the job at hand.
This is the point I felt I had hit in my own life just a couple weeks ago. Poor decisions on my part and lack of action in other areas of my life led me to this place. Things I know I should be doing that I was not. Things I know I should not be doing yet I was. This twisting turmoil within my soul created the same effect. Poor decisions leading to self-induced issues, stress at my job, major life changes in the areas I serve in, financial woes, the distance from and missing my son Andrew...
The list could go on and on. For weeks, maybe months, it was twisting further and further until finally I was completely wrung out. Lying there empty, drained, and ready to reabsorb.
Herein lies the new season I am entering. I am transitioning to a new church, the workplace is in transitional season, and even my home life is a bit up in the air about three months now. Much of my family are even making major changes...moving out of state, two marriages approaching, etc.
Regardless of my past, I was wrung out and I am ready to be filled again. The choice lies within myself. Self-control will be a major part of this new season of life.
It is something I actually enjoy. I find it therapeutic. Of course as a male there is also that feeling of accomplishment and the ability to check a box on my to do list.
The sponge...
I have always been fascinated by sponges. Primarily because when I was younger my father had natural sponges in the garage for when we washed the vehicles. I thought it was so cool that this porous and insanely absorbent thing was once alive in the sea! They also work much better for cleaning than man made sponges. They wipe away the dirt and absorb all the filth that obstructed the view of the cars natural look. That is when the time comes to wring out that sponge. Grabbing both ends; squeezing and twisting with all your might as you in order to force all the dirty liquid from it in order to fill it back up with clean, soapy water to continue the job at hand.
This is the point I felt I had hit in my own life just a couple weeks ago. Poor decisions on my part and lack of action in other areas of my life led me to this place. Things I know I should be doing that I was not. Things I know I should not be doing yet I was. This twisting turmoil within my soul created the same effect. Poor decisions leading to self-induced issues, stress at my job, major life changes in the areas I serve in, financial woes, the distance from and missing my son Andrew...
The list could go on and on. For weeks, maybe months, it was twisting further and further until finally I was completely wrung out. Lying there empty, drained, and ready to reabsorb.
Herein lies the new season I am entering. I am transitioning to a new church, the workplace is in transitional season, and even my home life is a bit up in the air about three months now. Much of my family are even making major changes...moving out of state, two marriages approaching, etc.
Regardless of my past, I was wrung out and I am ready to be filled again. The choice lies within myself. Self-control will be a major part of this new season of life.
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