Closet Secrets

I know everyone has them. The closets that you pray NO ONE will look into because they are toal disaster areas. I have named 2 closets in our house, to the amusement of my kids. The front hall closet is called "The Black Hole", and my closet is "The Pit of Despair".

"The Black Hole" never seems to stay organized. I've tried every trick, gotten bins, special hangers and labeled boxes. I've drawn up a "map" of where things go. I've hung silly signs. My family is not functionally illiterate, just organizationally challenged.

I understand their rationale: "I'll just stick this here and get it later." OOHHH!!! BAD IDEA! "Later" never happens!!!

I have discovered no organizational scheme works... EXCEPT this one: every other month, I clean out and reorganize it. (I've chosen the 'even' months, but it doesn't really matter!) On the appointed day, everything comes out of that closet: coats, boots, camera, craft supplies, school supplies, cleaning supplies, and more. Somehow, there is always a bag of trash, a bag of giveaways, and a bag to put away where it belongs! Every single time? Yup.

The closet seems to have magic powers of multiplication for everything except money! No wait, THAT'S not true! I found $20 squirreled away in a winter coat!

Hmmmmm....

I'm sure you are looking for some grand spiritual connection. There is none, other than de-cluttering your heart with God... don't let the junk pile up.

From our home to yours...

Deb

Un-Routines

Summer is usually a time for 'un-routines' for me, and for the whole household. Slowly we drift from early bedtimes and predawn "stagger-to-the-coffee" mornings to a more unpredictable, relaxed schedule of waking and sleeping. Alarm clocks are rarely used. It's a nice change of pace.

Actually, the only significant difference is the lack of scheduled appointments and required events. The calendar looks almost bare! NO homework tutoring, after-school rehearsals or projects clutter the day. NO volunteer work at school. NO choir rehearsals or drama practices. NO committee meetings! (YAHOOOOOOOOOOO!) Instead, we have downtime with friends, play at the pool and read a ton of books.

I have found that I desparately need my routines in the Spiritual disciplines regardless of the season. My time of private prayer, study, worship, Bible reading and time with Christian friends can't go on vacation. I need to keep those spiritual 'muscles' strong. The only way I can keep them going is to have some sort of predictable schedule. For if I sleep in until 9 am every morning, I don't have time to read and pray before starting on the day's activities.

This summer, though, I had to admit that there are others areas in my life that can't be shelved for the summer. For instance, much as I dislike cleaning, doing laundry, fixing meals and washing dishes, the household doesn't run for long without these tasks. Especially fixing meals! People can walk on dirty floors and make do with wrinkled shirts, but take away their food and they get a little cranky! And as much as I get lobbied for a 'vacation' from it, practicing musical instruments can't stop, either. (And no amount of whining in the world gets me to bend on that one!)

With a sigh, I'm back to being a Flybaby again, EVEN in the summer. No whining, just doing the best I can. I'm working at keeping my routines done, yet done flexibly. I love FlyLady because of her sense of humor, and the way she keeps me on task. The other day I did a "sofa cushion dive" and found $3.21 in change, a missing hairbrush and a couple of pens and pencils, not to mention a permission slip for school that "never" came home. I realized then that my kids and husband need me to be a Flybaby all year.

FlyLady, you'll be SO proud of me. My sink is shining!!! :)

From our home to yours,

Deb

Wash away those stains...

Four days of painting... one outfit. It bears the stains of my work!
- primer
- ceiling
- wall colors (2)
- trim
- closet doors

Yup, it is now a technicolor shirt and jeans outfit! Thankfully, I've washed it and the smell that came with those colors is gone. But the stains remain.

The immediate parallel that came to my mind was the forgiveness but the lingering effects of sin. My sins are washed away by accepting Jesus' death for me. But the 'stains' (or scars, if you will) are still there.

As time goes on, the paint stains will weather and become smaller, but they will never completely go away. The guilt and shame are gone - the visible reminders of what I've done will crop up from time to time... but come the day I go to heaven, they will be gone!

OK so you might think that is too restrictive a belief system. I guess one day we will find out who's right... I'm banking on my Savior...

How clean is your shirt?

From our home to yours...

Deb

Benched!

I'm benched! Required to sit on the sidelines! Out of the game! And all because of a virus turned bronchitis.

It's especially hard because my kids both had concerts this weekend, and I could not go. Well, I COULD have gone - and shared whatever is causing my fever and cough with the populace. But that would not have been kind. So my husband, as chauffeur and chef in my absence, went and took pictures. Not quite the same...

I'm sitting here feeling grumbly and decided instead to pray and read. And since I am feeling short of breath, decided to look up all of the verses that deal with "breath" or "breathing". Here's a quick synopsis...

BREATH OF GOD
Powerful, creative, and brings life, death and judgment to every human being.

BREATHED HIS LAST
Every time I read this, I stop and think, "and in that next moment, he was in the presence of God Almighty." Yet somehow this does not bring me comfort when I am wheezing and struggling to breathe...

BREATHING
The most frequent reference suggests the ways we humans love making threats or venting anger (under our breath). Humanity is full of angry, vengeful people. I belong to that class of created beings, so don't think I am acting holier than thou. While God has the ultimate power - - we have it too.

I can 'slice and dice' someone's argument under my breath (the most frequent place this happens is listening to a sermon...) but that is the same in God's eyes as if I were doing it out loud. My heart attitude is what needs the cleansing... and my actions need to follow.

A sort of "spiritual antibiotic" to get the bugs out...

From our home to yours...

Deb

Souvenirs of misery

International travel has a way of showing what I really "need" to take along. While I have gotten better and better at packing and consolidating my suitcase, I still don't do a perfect job. Part of the problem is not what I start out with, but what I bring home!

Yup, I'm a good tourist. I bring home LOTS of souvenirs. And as I pack and re-pack, I struggle to fit them all in...

One of my daughters was listening to a song the other day, and the lyrics helped me put some pieces together:

Well, I was doublin' over, the load on my shoulders
Was a weight I carried with me everyday
Crossin' miles of frustrations and rivers a ragin'
Pickin' up stones I found along the way

You see, it isn't what I started with that causes my problems over the long haul. It's what I add to my already full suitcase...

I staggered and I stumbled down
Pathways of trouble
I was haulin' those souvenirs of misery
And with each step taken my back was breakin'
'Til I found the One who took it all from me

Souvenirs of misery... What a great way to describe what I carry along as I stagger through life! The misery itself (the sin, the mistakes) are over and done with, forgiven and forgotten by God. But the 'souvenirs' live on in the consequences of our actions: in broken relationships, hurt feelings, bad memories, or a bad habit that I just can't break so easily.

Through the darkest alleys and loneliest valleys
I was draggin' those heavy chains of doubt and fear
Then with the one Word spoken the locks were broken
Now He's leading me to places
Where there are no tears

Little by little, I'm releasing my hold on the chains of doubt and fear that I've collected in my life. God unlocked the chains years ago, but I seem to insist on carrying them around any way. (No it doesn't make sense... but that just proves I am so very human!) I can say in confidence that when I make it to heaven, to the place "where there are no tears," every one of those chains will be gone.

I really am learning how to be "travelin' light"!

From our home to yours -

Deb

Buildings for God

After a recent trip to England, visiting some of the large and small "buildings for God" (i.e. churches and cathedrals) I had to ponder "what do these buildings mean to the everyday person?"

• Are they monuments to what people believed in the past?
• Are they historical landmarks that make a city or town look quaint, and attract tourists?
• Or, are they centers of empowered worship, vitally portraying the Living Triune God?

I'd like to hope and believe for the last option. But I'm not so sure.

I'm not the only one who has pondered this question. Howard Snyder, in a recent article in Christianity Today, offered his thoughts. He notes that "Jesus-centered" churches can keep their priorities straight between builidngs and ministry, between worship and outreach.

Don't get me wrong! Visiting the cathedrals at York and Canterbury, craning my neck to view the high, lofty and vaulted ceilings, marveling at the construction and artistry in carved wood and stone was a wonderful experience. Worshipping in a church where my immigrant ancestors were once members was also a spiritual highlight. But it all means nothing, in England, or in Maryland, if the people who attend services in these buildings don't take the Word out into the world.

I'm still processing what this means... and how I'll make a difference here in my zipcode...

From our home to yours,
Deb

Weeding

I really don't like weeding, but it is required if I'm going to have a house that, at least on the outside, looks loved and lived in, instead of abandoned and rejected. Right now the weeds are growing faster and stronger than my flowers. My dandelion crop is quite lovely... but that's not what I planned to bloom as perennials in my garden!

There's work to be done to make my front flower garden less of an eyesore to my neighbors and more of a reflection of who lives here.

And there's work to be done in my LIFE to show that the Person of Christ who lives in me is reflected accurately to the world. I'm praying that God will shine through even the dandelions...

From our home to yours,

Deb

Unpacking

It's the end of a weekend retreat. I'm on a spiritual high. There's a lot to catch up on here at home, and lots to think about in terms of what happened during the retreat.

Then there's my luggage. So much to unpack... It is all over the table, the family room floor, in a pile for the laundry, a stack on the steps to go up to our bedroom. I'm in a disorganized state - emotionally and psychologically. I've changed my daily routine today to have time to think, pray and look at all that I learned over the last few days...

Unpacking. We do a lot of it in different ways. Unpacking memories. Unpacking feelings. Unpacking motivations. It's possible to get through life without unpacking, but it can get a little inconvenient. And it's not the way we were meant to live.

Think about living out of a suitcase: you never settle in; you never make things permanent; you aren't committed to a place or time or people. You never feel secure or at home. If you've been on a week long tour, you know what I mean when I say "it gets old FAST!"

How about half unpacking your suitcase and living with the mess: you can't find things; it's disorganized; it isn't hospitable to others you live with. Fortunately, you can get out of this stage with a little hard work.

Then there's the ones who unpack their suitcases immediately, completely and thoroughly. They settle back quickly into their routines. The laundry gets done. The prescription meds and toiletries are where they belong. Life is smoother.

In my mind, these are ways of dealing with events and issues in our lives, too.

Living out of a suitcase: you back out of people's lives; you aren't with any group long enough to form a bond; you move away from permanence. It is easy to bottle up emotions this way. But if you keep 'stuffing the suitcase' of your mind, eventually it will reach its limit, and you'll have a 'suitcase explosion'. Picture that suitcase that self-destructed on its way around the luggage claim area at the airport. Make that your emotional state... not very manageable, is it?

Living with the mess: You have good intentions, but you tend to move on to something before you've really addressed the need at hand. This happens in grieving, especially when people tell you "oh, you just need to stay busy." Well maybe you really need to just flex and change your routine enough so that you 'finish unpacking' what you have to deal with at the time. It takes self-discipline, and an almost unprejudiced eye to say, "I haven't finished dealing with this yet." It means not trying to justify what you haven't dealt with (either because you can't handle it, or you can't figure out what to do.)

Unpacking immediately: This is what a mentor I had called "keeping current in the processing of your emotions." It's doing your emotional laundry when it comes up instead of letting it pile for months at a time. It's being honest with your handling of stress. It's choosing to be loving intead of hurtful in your speech.

Many times for me the 'unpacking' happens as I pray with a desire to see God's heart and attitude towards what has happened in my life. It means being still long enough to hear and respond. (Sometimes I don't hear, and sometimes I hear but don't respond.)

Hebrews 10:22
...let us draw near to God with a sincere heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled (unpacked?) to cleanse us from a guilty conscience and having our bodies washed with pure water.

It's more than just 'unpacking' - it is staying close to God, with a sprinkled (unpacked?) heart.

Romans 12:9-21
Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good. Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves. Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord. Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. Share with God's people who are in need. Practice hospitality.

Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse. Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn. Live in harmony with one another. Do not be proud, but be willing to associate with people of low position. Do not be conceited.

Do not repay anyone evil for evil. Be careful to do what is right in the eyes of everybody. If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone. Do not take revenge, my friends, but leave room for God's wrath, for it is written: “It is mine to avenge; I will repay,”says the Lord. On the contrary: “If your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink. In doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head.” Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.

I have some more work to do... That's based on the fact that I am typing this instead of getting my suitcase cleaned out. I think it will take me more than today to finish unpacking!

From our home to yours...
Deb

Following the directions

It was NOT rocket science. I only had to follow the directions. But for some reason, this was incredibly hard.

The craft before me was simply to print and iron-on a decal on a tote bag. I was reassured by those who have done this craft that it is not difficult, that you only have to read the directions on the box and then do them.

WELL... I read them, but then decided to take a short cut. And I had to buy another box of iron-ons because they um... didn't work. A second attempt went flawlessly after I was attentive to the detailed instructions. Who'd a-thunk it?

You'd think I'd know by now. Directions are not a subversive plot to drive me nuts! They are there to make things easier, to give me such a positive experience with a product or service that I would GLADLY use them again. But the human, prideful part of me tries to do things my own way.

OK, so maybe you always play by the rules. I'm envious. And maybe a little surprised. But hear me out...

Too many times these days we try to take shortcuts when we think it does not matter, or when no one will see. Many things it does not matter, but on matters of honesty and integrity, in areas of spiritual 'rules' such as the Ten Commandments, it does! The cost in human pain and suffering when you don't follow them is enormous!

Yes - Following directions is always a good idea...

From our home to yours -
Deb

Kindness

Kindness?

Towards this person who is irritating me?

I don't feel it. I don't WANT to feel it. I'm mad at someone, and my first honest response is to nuke. To blame. To yell. To whine.

Unfortunately, I am also called to be a peacemaker. To walk an extra mile. To exhibit kindness as a fruit of the Spirit. Oh yeah, along with gentleness and self control.

Great. Just great.

So, what to do with this anger? This indignation that is welling up inside me? This desire to have MY side of the story heard, to set people straight? This need to justify my actions and reactions?

All of it blows off like so much fluff in the wind when I read in Romans 4:1-4

You, therefore, have no excuse, you who pass judgment on someone else, for at whatever point you judge the other, you are condemning yourself, because you who pass judgment do the same things. Now we know that God's judgment against those who do such things is based on truth. So when you, a mere man, pass judgment on them and yet do the same things, do you think you will escape God's judgment? Or do you show contempt for the riches of his kindness, tolerance and patience, not realizing that God's kindness leads you toward repentance?

Setting myself up as a Christian in a public forum means that I get judged, but can not respond in kind. It is very hard not to make my case. The funny thing is, though, the less I defend myself, the nastier the other party appears. I don't look "good" or "holier-than-thou" for not responding. I just look a little less stupid.

That is probably a good thing.

From our home to yours...
Deb