Wash your hands from you know what and watch your soul become refreshed

A few days into the current pandemic I found myself getting hype. I became electrified about the idea that a point of demarcation had been created by the circumstances. I know it sounds strange to find anything to be happy about in a time where the fear was fresh, and the world was on edge. Here is what you might not know. I had been experiencing fear and had been on edge before this pandemic hit. The nature of what I was experiencing had to do with numerous situations that well-intentioned people had put me in. Without going into details here, let us just say it made things weird. So, when this pandemic hit, we were distanced from people yea, but it was the distance from our normal routines that helped me. While everyone was being encouraged to wash their hands more. I started to look at what was metaphorically in my hands. You know what I found in my hands. I found what I was carrying was regret on decisions I had made, shame that I didn’t know better, the pain people have caused me, and frustration where things currently were in my life. The truth was that this stuff that was in my hands had made its way to my soul. My soul needed a serious bath. What this time did for me, is that it gave me a chance to wash my hands of all that I was carrying in my soul. How refreshing this was.

The routines of life sometimes don’t allow us the time to adequately “wash our hands” of what we are carrying in our souls. Such as relationships that had disappointing conclusions. The actions of others that are no longer around that are haunting you because you see their resemblance in others. Delayed dreams because you couldn’t find the time or energy to make them happen. 

This demarcation in time showed me that what existed before all this didn’t need to follow me to the other side. My choice to wash my hands of those situations would place them in a pre-pandemic timeline of my life and what would come after would be a clean slate of post-pandemic perspective. While others were worried about getting sick, I was embracing my soul sickness and doing what I needed to do to get better. 

Washing my hands looked like me saying I’m sorry to people. It looked like me forgiving myself. It looked like me putting together a plan of action of what I learned from my failures. It looked like me getting into a groove of new disciplines. It looked like me distancing myself from the shame and guilt that came from those actions. It looked like me re-surrendering my life to the Lord who has brought me this far and has not given up on me yet. 

I’m still on a journey but now I am refreshed as I proceed. I’m writing this to encourage you to do what I did during this pandemic. Wash your hands of those things that have contaminated your soul.