Today I was reading and writing in my Abundance Journal, when I heard the sound of the garbage truck.
It is Thursday morning, and it wasn’t the yard waste guy, or the recycle guy, but the one who takes the other stuff. I thought to myself, “Yes, I am thankful for that garbage man.” And then wrote that down as # 75. (I’ve just started this little book of gratitude..). Then my thoughts began to wander and wonder. What would it look like if the garbage man never came?
I’ve seen places like that, where a yard is full of debris, and they’ve even made a series on TV about hoarders.
But, as I thought about what I had thrown away, just in the last 24 hours, I got a little sick to my stomach.
Lots of junk mail.
Hair from the bath tub drain.
Q-tip from cleaning ears.
Paper and more paper.
Chicken guts.
The little soaker pad from the chicken wrap.
The food from the bottom of the kitchen sink, stuck in the drain.
Empty box of dishwasher soap.
Leftovers from the fridge that were moldy.
Bacon grease.
The brown paper bag I cooked the chicken in. (that worked out really well!!!)
There is probably more that I threw away, I just can’t recall it. But, that was just a day. Can you imagine what you would have in your living space if you let it sit for a week? Think about the icky things that go in the garbage! Diapers, “girl stuff”, snotty tissues….and more. How could we live like that? The constant smell, and tripping over bags, knocking them over, and then having to stuff all those reeking bits and pieces back in the torn, dripping bag?
I’m afraid I do this more than I like to admit. Oh, not in my home, but in my heart. There is stuff in there that I don’t want to deal with, don’t want to bring out into the open because the stench is overwhelming. But, I need to grab it, bag it, and take it out to the Garbage Man…and allow him to deal with it. That’s his job, his passion. So I can live in a “clean” place. He’s willing to deal with the foul, icky stuff, so I don’t have to.
Thank you, God, for the Garbage Man.
