Take the bones.
Clean away the grit, gunk, and grime.
Wrap them in cellophane.
Store in a closet of your choosing.
WASH. RINSE. REPEAT.
No need to dry. You won’t be ridding yourself of any of the details lined deep within the cracks. Those bones aren’t gonna tell. They have all the shame in the world and in the deep, dark space you have prepared for them, they will REMAIN.
“How will I maintain them?”
Keep them out of direct sunlight and away from gossipers.
KNOW YOUR AUDIENCE.
If they’re harmful to your secrets, then they’re harmful to you. Casually remove yourself from lips that continually bump. They lure trouble.
“How do I keep them away from viewers?”
How dark is your closet space? How wide is the room? Can you pray in it? If it is darker than pitch black, this is perfect. If it is as wide as a guest bathroom, this is also good. If you can kneel down, talk to God, and question all of the confusion racing through your soul comfortably, then you have THE space for the JOB. But, don’t tell Jonah.
Jonah did not need a closet, though. He had a whale.
BONES NEED ROOM TO BE BONES.
Allow them time to desecrate. Eventually, they will come to light.
And, when this happens, you will be SORRY.
What is the maximum shelf life for my skeletons? How long can I expect them to be hidden?
Well, that question is not so easy to answer. It really depends on you.
HOW COMFORTABLE ARE YOU LIVING A LIE?
Author’s Note: These past few days have been a hard row to hoe. There’s a silver lining waiting. Always.