Remembering

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Twenty-something years ago,

Sunday best, toddler in tow,

Red curls and dressy frills,

Chasing Easter egg-finding thrills,

Dads hiding them all around,

Rejoicing when each one is found.

Two-thousand years ago,

Passover Lamb they didn’t know,

Resurrected! He conquered death,

Redemption for those He’d given breath,

Responding to the gospel sound,

Rejoicing when each one is found.

©SBibb 2015

My Song of Grateful Praise

I will praise You in the morning

You are the great creator God

Maker of everything

I will praise You in the noontime

You are my great redeemer God

Unto You I sing

I will praise You forever and ever

Forever and ever You are God

I will praise You in the evening

You are the great sustainer God

For You I live and die

I will praise You I the midnight

You are my great protector God

Unto You I cry

I will love You forever and ever

Forever and ever You are God

April Fools

Suddenly, the silence broken,

Birds sing songs we knew they knew,

Suddenly, shy bushes blush

With blooms pastel or vibrant hue,

The tree’s bare branches dress in green

And leaves as if on cue,

Rain, like tears falls freely

From the sun’s warm shining face

Steam rises from the pavement.

Making fog that’s out of place,

And some rush in – begin to take

Spring’s new found glories from her,

New plans they make and longingly,

Count down the days to summer.

Heavenly Moment

Early morning,

Barely awake,

Stunning realization,

Mental inventory;

Head, right foot,

Low back, left shoulder,

Hands, fingers, joints,

Nothing hurt.

I felt absolutely,

No pain.

Parting with “I Wish I Was”

Nothing gets me in get-rid-of-stuff mode quicker than being unable to move because of too much clutter or having something threaten to fall on my head.  This was the state of our storage shed a couple of weeks ago as I tried to put the last of our Christmas decorations away.   It seems there are two basic approaches to storage space use: 1) a place for everything and everything in its place so that you can find and get to everything with minimal obstruction, or 2) cram whatever into the first available space nearest to the door and when you can’t find or get to what you need buy another one.  These two approaches are as compatible as oil and water – at least for the one who subscribes to approach number one.

Frustration mounted as I found myself having to move a lot of stuff from one place to another in order to put one thing away.  As this happened repeatedly I found myself getting aggravated (well, actually – mad).  It’s amazing how focused I become and how much I can accomplish in a short time when I’m irritated (mad).  After wrestling with several out-of-place items I looked around the overstuffed storage shed filled with things we haven’t used for years and thought, “it’s time to part with this “I wish I was” paraphernalia.  Even though it has been pared down over the years, some remnants still remain.  Remnants of things we dreamed of doing, planned to do or used to do but probably will never do again.

The “I wish I was a mother of six” box of home-school curriculum and baby clothes  (I guess I’m holding out for grandchildren.)

The ancient “I wish I was still camping tent.” (Reality check.  I do miss camping, but not in a tent!)

“I wish I was a Tour de France bicyclist.” (How many helmets does one really need?)

“I wish I was an expert home remodeler.” (No one in our family knows how to use this tool.)

“I wish I were partying with friends on our immaculate, summer-decorated back yard patio.” (The weeds are winning, our patio table got crushed by a tree, but I think I can repurpose these cute paper lanterns.)

“I wish I were sitting on the beach with my sweetheart” (Even if we go to the beach once a year we don’t sit much.)

“I wish I could still fit into these clothes.” (I will again someday, really.)

I find it hard to eradicate all items that were part of something that made special memories for our family – like raising our daughter or camping.  We used to have a lot of camping equipment and have reduced it drastically one garage sale at a time, until now we just have our well-used tent (which I have used a couple of times in recent years).  Periodically I reevaluate and realize, okay I can completely let go of this now.

There are a lot of things that I think would be nice to do, but I have to be honest with myself and figure out what I really want to do enough to actually do it.  Am I really going to learn to use that roto-zip?  Do I really want to reupholster another chair?  No, not really.  Sometimes my quest to de-clutter is blocked by the niggling fear that I might need that thing I got rid of and then I’ll experience regret.  This has happened, but only a couple of times, like when I accidentally sold the remote control to our fireplace in a garage sale.  Ninety-eight percent of the time I never miss what I’ve sold or given away.

The good news is I didn’t break anything or get knocked unconscious that day in the storage shed. I can also check off “reorganize the storage shed” from my summer to do list.  It is quite freeing to realize when something has served its purpose and move forward.  An item that is no longer needed can be passed on for someone else’s benefit.  An activity can be enjoyed as a memory and new forms of enjoyment can be found for the current season of life.  Being able to part with what has become clutter from the past frees me to embrace the present.

Now, time to tackle the bedroom closet.

 

New Year’s Resurrection

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It’s the beginning of January and I’ve read the happy, peppy posts filled with high hopes for great things in the New Year and I confess, I’m not feelin’ it.  I look around at the half put away Christmas decorations, particularly the once fresh floral bouquet that now looks like the ghost of Christmas present at the end of the day – and that is what I’m feeling.  I can’t quite get up to speed with the New Year optimism.

I’ve traded the pressure of December expectations for the pressure of New Year’s pursuit of perfection.  I have made my resolutions – only 5 of them – but each with a subset of mini-goals and each requiring varying degrees of self control, which when taken all together seems monumental.  Perhaps it’s the grey skies no longer brightened by twinkling lights, or the reality of back to work on Monday, or the raging sugar-withdrawal-induced headache, but I’m just a little slow in the get-all-excited-for-a-new-year department.  Maybe I need to get one of those Happy Lights I saw at Costco – but that would blow one of my resolutions.

I am remembering a country song lyric which said, “if we can make it through December, everything’s gonna be alright I know.  It’s the hardest part of winter and I shiver as I watch the fallin’ snow.”   Where I live January is often colder than December and February can seem like the longest month of the year.  March indeed comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb.   By April the New Year’s resurrection has begun and the little crocus pop up and reach for the warmth of frosty sun.

Bit by bit I’ll get my Christmas décor put away (before going back to work on Monday).  I’ll develop a new habit of using those cloth bags at the grocery store and do my part to eliminate global warming.  I’ll enjoy the grocery store since that’s the only one I plan to visit for a long while as I save for a car.  I’ll gradually reduce the clutter in my closets and write for a few minutes each day.  And of course, by my birthday in late March I will enjoy my new svelte self  and the discovery of a new wardrobe that already hangs in my closet.

By far my most challenging goal, one that is renewed year-by-year is to bring every thought captive to the obedience of Christ.  To believe the best of others and myself.  To expect the best, because we often get what we expect.  When my hope seems buried under the weight of yet unachieved goals or unforeseen circumstances this truth will lift me up —

“Be of good courage, and he shall strengthen your heart, all ye that hope in the LORD.” Ps. 31:24

Happy New Year Everyone!