Thoughts on Things

Thoughts on Things

“All things were made through Him, and without Him nothing was made that was made.” John 1:3

I get a happy feeling when I declutter. A feeling like no other (except perhaps when I write). It starts in my toes and goes all the way to my heart where it flutters and buzzes. I love to tidy. ūüôā

Yes. I know I am fully a nerd that way. But as I embark on a little business to help others declutter, I have been pondering my philosophy of order. Why do I love it so much?
I think I have discovered the reason.

The home is our own special kingdom, a sacred place we get to¬†manage. Whether a mansion, hut, or rented studio room, God gives us our own “plot of earth” to steward. What delight, what joy, what training can come as we put our hands to this gladsome task! Toddlers may conspire, dust and grime encroach- but still what a joy that we have a plot! As children of a King, who has a kingdom, I believe there is an innate desire in us to have domain, to rule a place. And the first and happiest place we get to rule? Our own space.

And ruling our space well brings many happy results.

If we want lives we love, then, as much as it depends on us, only have those things we love in our lives. Perhaps we can’t donate our annoyingly loud neighbor to the Goodwill or fix every messy situation, but we can push back on the crush of stuff in our homes. And that can bring peace and control in whatever situation we find ourselves.

Being tidy and having uncluttered space empowers us to move through the other rooms of our lives with confidence. We learn discernment both in the choice of our physical things and in the choice of our lives’ work. We don’t need to pay a seminar fee or attend a conference to learn these lessons. All this training can take place in our own home.
What joy!

We aren’t perfect (can anyone say yard work?!!), but every day we get better. We get better at home.

The Laundry

The Laundry
The hamper is never empty
Because our lives are always full.

Full.

The grass streaks = playing at the park
The milk spit-up= sweet baby snuggles
The grease stains= how hard he works for us
The chocolate drips= yummy ice-cream dribbling down her chin
The spaghetti sauce= squeals of delight while squishing noodles

I plan and strategize and map out ways.
Ways to empty that hamper.

But they never fully work.
The clothes pile up like breeding bunnies-
Beyond belief before my eyes.

I sigh.
I groan.
And kick that hamper.

But then…I remember.

The hamper is never empty
Because our lives are so blessedly full.

Destiny Today


We love the idea of destiny. The idea that God has crafted a call just for us. An exciting, fulfilling adventure- written in eternity before time began.

As modern believers in this entrepreneurial age, we are conditioned to be ever looking for the next thing. The “this is where I am but this is where I am headed” syndrome. And while I am a huge proponent of goals and passion and pursuing purpose, I think we sometimes miss our destiny today.

We might not know what we are called to in 5, 10, or 50 years. But if we have a job we can know what we are called to right now:

“Slaves, obey your earthly masters with deep respect and fear. Serve them sincerely as you would serve Christ.¬†Try to please them all the time, not just when they are watching you. As slaves of Christ, do the will of God with all your heart.¬†Work with enthusiasm, as though you were working for the Lord rather than for people.¬†Remember that the Lord will reward each one of us for the good we do, whether we are slaves or free.” (New Living Translation, Ephesians 6:5-8)

Deep respect.
Fear.
Sincere service.
Serve as Christ.
Pleasing.
Integrity (being the same when they see you and when they don’t).
Whole-hearted.
Enthusiastic.
Doing good.

Doing this as an accountant, nurse, teacher, mechanic, parent, etc. might not be as exciting as going to Africa to save the children. And it might not be as personally fulfilling as pursuing our passion. But it is what we are called to today.

Don’t miss today’s destiny in tomorrow’s dream.