I get in trouble with my husband all the time because I love to throw things away. The practice makes my endorphins throw a party. It’s getting rid of clutter, getting yucky stuff out of sight, that thrills me.
Sometimes I emotionally want to throw things away to get rid of the brain clutter and get those yucky feelings out of sight. There are things I don’t want to remember because they’re painful. But before I toss out the entire experience or failed relationship, I should ask God first if there’s anything in that wad of memories that I’m supposed to keep. That sends me picking through the emotional garbage, searching for anything and everything that God points out to me and says, “That has worth; keep it.”
(There is) a time to keep, and a time to throw away (Ecclesiastes 3:6).