Messy Desk

I’ve recently been trying to process some of the thoughts that have been piling on the small desk that makes up my mind. It is just like my messy desk, with its cluttered drawers and piles of paper and books meters high. I used to know where everything was in my desk, but there is just too much for me to handle on my own.

I have forgotten what most of it is all about but the thoughts on the top of my desk are all well known to me...thoughts that haunt my dreams, fuel my desires and plague me with guilt.

The problem with these thoughts is that they are blocking the valuable ideas buried beneath them. Ideas the God has inspired in me to help others come to know him better, ideas that will help me know him better. If only there was some way to put those thoughts into a box, and lock them away…

Your statutes are wonderful;
therefore I obey them.
The unfolding of your words gives light;
it gives understanding to the simple.
longing for your commands.
Turn to me and have mercy on me,
as you always do to those who love your name.
Direct my footsteps according to your word;
let no sin rule over me.
Redeem me from the oppression of men,
that I may obey your precepts.
Make your face shine upon your servant
and teach me your decrees.
Streams of tears flow from my eyes,
for your law is not obeyed.

Psalms 119: 129-136