|Posted by M. Darlene Carson on June 24, 2016 at 1:10 PM|
Is there beauty in dead things? How could there be? Have you ever thought about it? The very definition of dead is expired, departed, gone.
I believe there is beauty in pronouncing death to the things in life that literally suck the life right out of you. Think of how we allow stress, anger, problems, and drama to "extract" from us the very things that bring us life as God intended. How much energy and mental anguish do we expend over the issues of life instead of embracing "whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable and thinking about such things?"
Personally, it is often a struggle for me to just let go of negative things all together. It is said that anything that you practice doing for 30 days becomes a habit - well, maybe you can relate - or maybe nah, but I've held on to some stuff so long that I became used to worrying about it, crying over it and feeling sorry for myself because of it. Anguishing over the stuff of life became a habit. I forgot what peace felt like. I forgot to be happy with me, with life. I only heard my negative thoughts. And, I was okay with that. I was handling it. I adopted a quote by Maya Angelou that says, "I've got my own back"! And I proceeded in my own self-will to handle the plagues (okay, that is a dramatic description but it feels that intense) in my life, my way. Ha! The struggle is real!
When would I be done entertaining my troubles? When would I stop engaging and watching over them obsessively and routinely, so much so that they eat at my brain - and start focusing on the lovely things that cultivate and enhance my life? Something had to give.
And then, I discovered that just as the doctor tells the terminally ill patient "there is nothing else we can do"; we should let the "not so lovely" things in our lives take their natural course by telling ourselves "there is nothing more I can do" and pronounce it dead. Stop nurturing it. Stop talking about it. Stop sharing it. Stop resuscitating it. Just let it go. Leave it in Sovereign Hands. God has the power to bring forth life from dead places. He is at work in the midst of what seems dead. But in our refusal to let it die, we perpetuate its negative presence in our lives. We deny God access and compress Him into the smallness of our human mind, not trusting Him to be God.
Well I'm done. No more stinking thinking. No more blinding the beauty. The reality is, when you accept that some stuff has to die -- you will appreciate that death can really give life to beauty.