In order to avoid that terribly rude checked baggage fee, you’ve got to free up the extra space in that backpack/suitcase/mammoth-purse you’ve used for the past six to twelve months.
In my making-space-session a few items of note…
+Two cans of V8.
+Terribly stale gum.
I couldn’t believe I’d lugged this stuff around for several months, carrying it places it didn’t need to go. Seems I didn’t need most of the stuff after all–even though I was carrying it everywhere.
So I tossed a few of the things out.
Except the underwear. Kept that.
(Insert end-of-sitcom-sappy-‘moral of the story’-theme music here.)
In your work, why not dump out the garbage?
In your mind, why not hit that refresh button and make some space?
In your spirit, why not say a reverently trembling ‘yes’ to that thing God’s been resting on you for so long?