All that junk

It's almost dinnertime and I'm singing under my breath while stirring the pasta sauce. The kitchen’s all mine for a few minutes before family descends, and my head is jammed full of the day. 

I’ve got a line from The Black Eyes Peas on the brain...

What you gonna do with all that junk

All that junk inside your trunk

Yeah, that song. I’m pretty sure was singing about a booty and I’m on a different page entirely, but the lyric pops into my head often. I’m processing a load of heart junk that’s followed me home.  

"It's all about the heart."

My mom says it often. She preaches it, and she lives it. Her eyes smile a little as she says it, and I may laugh as I repeat it back to her, because we’ve been here a hundred times. We've found a recurring theme in life: It’s always about the heart. There’s nothing new under the sun.

That person who said the words that stung.

The teacher who doesn’t really get my kid.

The co-worker with their own agenda.

The people who unfollowed, unfriended, ignored.

The small success that makes me want to wave my Me flag. Wildly. 

The disappointment that weighs heavy.

Sometimes it’s about the thing, whatever it may be. But always it’s about the heart.

My prayer today is that you and I both have the guts to grip tightly what’s good and then dump the thoughts and cares that cause us to shrink, dull and crack. Seriously though, is there anything more beautiful than a fresh, light heart? It requires maintenance and God knows it’s tough slogging sometimes, but I just know it’s worth it. Life’s a test and a trust and nothing matters more than that heart of yours.

Keep and guard your heart with all vigilance and above all that you guard, for out of it flow the springs of life. Proverbs 4:23