The Tungsten Brick

It's late Sunday night, still enough time to write my Sunday post. You know the one where I share part of my soul. Today, I wanted to share a thought about Tungsten. What?! You may have a very limited knowledge of the compound, Tungsten, but looking at this 8 inch brick, you may assume, by it's appearance, that it is in fact a normal piece of steel. However, my husband received this particular brick from a Nascar team that came to do testing at a GM facility previous to a race. It rode around in a crazy car and did a wonderful job of weighing a lot. Indeed, it is 71% heavier than lead. I'm not exaggerating when I say it takes both hands to lift it...and I've lifted fifty pound bags of flour all my adult life. This bad boy is heavy. I have often reasoned myself into joyful delusion when getting on my scale at home by thinking my bones (and no other part of my body could be to blame) must be made of tungsten. It weighs more that fat. My logic is undeniable. In my mind anyway.

Why do I bring this up today? Well...as far as a freaky heavy block of ore, one would think we'd keep it somewhere reasonable...like the garage. No. Not so. It is in the closet next to the shoe rack. Right next to, you guessed it, my left pinkie toe. Sometimes it reminds me of it's existence by allowing no room for movement, followed by a sharp pain in my foot (that may or may not be followed with cuss words) depending on how much of a hurry I'm in. One thing I have become aware of is my ability to remember it's there, even though I don't look at it. Sometimes I even remember to not wedge my pinkie toe up against it violently. It's always nice to not have to cuss in my closet. The irony...why have the brick there at all? Why keep it in a place where it will cause me any grief whatsoever? Why not just give it to someone who can use it or move it a safe distance from my feet?

Anyone see where this is going? Well...today I moved it. I wondered why I didn't move it a month ago. My conclusion? Why don't I get rid of a lot of things that weigh me down and cause me pain? Why hold on to that? Why? Is it fear of not knowing where it may be...or being accustomed to the pain that object gives? As odd as that may sound, as a human I see it time and time again. Does anyone else keep guilt, fears, shame, doubts, sins or faults that are not only holding them back, but becoming down right painful stumbling blocks? Is it time to empty out the bottom of the closet?

Just a thought I'm sending out to the great universe tonight and wondering out loud...and letting go. Thanks to the Lord for helping me see it as it is. His tender mercies never cease to amaze me.