What Does Your Box Hold?

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It was a lofty goal, but I managed to stick to it. Before I packed away any box again, I sorted it. There have been many boxes to go through as we settle into our new house. I have rediscovered the missing and the forgotten. I have been surprised by the memories contained in those boxes. In the process, I have learned more about who I was at different stages of my growing up years. Here’s a sample peek at a young Debbie of elementary age:

1)      I used to write my name backwards. (Must have been a “leftie” thing! And it is a trick that I can still do today!)

2)      I loved Paul R., the boy next door, but he did not love me back.

3)      I loved hockey even more than the neighbor boy. (Who has a scrapbook for hockey? Who keeps hockey pucks as mementos? I did!)

4)      I wasn’t always so good at math. (I’ll have to pitch that quiz!)

5)      I have always loved dessert. (My diary reads like a tally of desserts enjoyed!)

What does my life today reveal to others? What do my priorities say about my character? Do my actions demonstrate that I care more about people than stuff? Most importantly, am I creating new memories that celebrate God’s goodness in my life? If my life was a box to store memories, what would it hold? Would it be overflowing the top and sides bulging with extra tape needed to hold it all in? It should be for God blesses in abundance.

 

 1 Thessalonians 3:6

But Timothy has just now come to us from you and has brought good news about your faith and love. He has told us that you always have pleasant memories of us and that you long to see us, just as we also long to see you.

 

Philemon 6

I pray that you may be active in sharing your faith, so that you will have a full understanding of every good thing we have in Christ. 

 

 

Simplifying My Life is Complicating My Life

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When did simplifying make everything more complicated? My husband and I made a conscious effort to simplify our lives. The first step was to downsize. We sold the big house and bought a smaller, but still very comfortable house.

The problem is that we still have too much stuff. So once again, I am sorting. Only this time, it is much harder. I already pitched the fluff when we temporarily moved into an apartment. Now, I really have to prioritize. It is difficult to let go of anything related to my mom because her death from one year ago is still fresh.

The kids’ stuff is the next category. How can I get rid of the things that conjure up such good family memories? Besides, I want to save some things for grandchildren that will come someday. I move on to paper piles thinking that will be easier. There is something special about holding a piece of paper in your hands versus staring at a computer screen. Since I am a writer getting rid of personal papers feels like throwing away part of me. “Sigh.”

As I go through the process, I keep reminding myself of the goal we set and the prize to be attained. Getting there won’t be easy. It won’t be fun. It won’t be quick. It won’t be painless. However, I know that downsizing the clutter in my life will upsize my faith with God.

Matthew 6:19-21

Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.

Philippians 3:13-14

Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it.  But one thing I do:  Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.

I Just Want to Plant Snowdrops

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Our new house has been more than we bargained for: in a negative sense. More problems to fix than expected. More money needed than expected. More time than expected. Like every homeowner’s lament, the to-do list is long. Personally, it has been a dark season in my faith. But I have learned a few things along the way. Our approach to difficulties matters. My husband’s approach is to tackle (just about) any house repair. He researches Do-It-Yourself projects online and browses local home improvement stores. I love his “can do” attitude. My youngest son is enthusiastic to take on new projects. There is a palpable excitement to jump in, get his hands dirty and make it happen. I love his “let’s get started” attitude. As for me, I just want to plant snowdrops in the landscape. I need the reminder that God can and will bless us in every situation. To expect to be blessed in this house and believe it today in anticipation of those blessings. Once I got the whining and the pity party out of my system, my attitude has been to be an encourager, to recognize the progress and to share the vision of home sweet home.

Romans 5:3-5

Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us. 

I Peter 1:6-9

In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while, if need be, you have been grieved by various trials, that the genuineness of your faith, being much more precious than gold that perishes, though it is tested by fire, may be found to praise, honor, and glory at the revelation of Jesus Christ, whom having not seen you love. Though now you do not see Him, yet believing, you rejoice with joy inexpressible and full of glory, receiving the end of your faith – the salvation of your souls.

 

The Question That Should Have Offended

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A dear friend from church put his arm around me and with no other introduction than a big smile on his face, asked, “Do you or your husband need the name of a good divorce attorney?” Maybe I should have been offended by his question, but I knew exactly what he was referring to. My husband and I bought a “new” old house with lots of projects.  We are trying to do most of the work ourselves which can result in some very long and tense days at the house. How did my friend know? The answer can be found in his marriage of fifty years plus and “been there, done that” type of life experiences.  Oh how I needed the reminder that my husband and I will get through this. His smile also spoke volumes about his marriage. A sense of humor and laughter is required for a long-lasting marriage. Still, I detected more: joy in their shared stories and joy in each other’s presence that grows with the passing years. At only 26 years of marriage, my husband and I have some catching up to do. The house projects will fade and become another memory in our shared history. In the meantime, I will find a reason to laugh with my husband.

 

Job 8:21

He will yet fill your mouth with laughter and your lips with shouts of joy.