Monday, October 06, 2014

Can't We All Just Get Organized? :)


And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not love, it profits me nothing. Love suffers long, and is kind ..."   1 Corinthians 13:3,4

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When I was a teen, my idea of a fun Saturday morning meant re-organizing my bedroom. I'd switch furniture around then go through drawers and my closet discarding what no longer made me happy and then straighten the rest in an orderly fashion.

Good times. It just felt so right being surrounded by order and able to find whatever I needed.

Now, I'd hear about people out there who were unable to organize their stuff to save their lives, but I couldn't believe it. In my black-and-white mind, I labeled them as The Lazies. Surely if they just tried harder they'd be better organized, right?

But then uh-oh. My head and my theories went all tilt, tilt, tilt when I married one of those unorganized people--and he wasn't even A Lazy! No, Tom would declare that today he'd get organized, then step into one of his areas and:

He'd keep everything.
He'd cram the most useful, daily items to the very back of closets or sheds or way up on unreachable shelves.
If he had matching items (wallets, key rings, etc.), he'd place a few in a bottom drawer, some in a high cupboard, some on a shelf, but never all together in one place.
He'd hide stuff under the bed or tucked into crevices simply because they fit there and were no longer on the floor.

Oh dear. The first 25 years, or so, it made me wild. Why did he complicate such a simple thing? Why did none of his so-called organizing make any sense? Why couldn't he think like me?

Was it because God gave us different strengths and weaknesses and thought it hilarious when He put us together? Probably. :)

But mostly, He matched us up so that in the areas where Tom is weak, I am strong and in my weak areas, Tom's got those brilliantly covered. We're a balanced team that way and that made us good parents for Naomi, actually, for if we'd both had only the same strengths, our house may have stayed uber organized, but all our cars would have fallen apart. Our checks for bills would have been written on time, except that no one would be out there earning the money to pay them. We'd have saved-up more money, but we'd not have had sufficient beds or tables or chairs if we were both the same slow, must-be-a-bargain hunter that I am. (And we'd have lived in all 50 states if we both had Tom's gypsy blood. heh.)

Anyway, these are my thoughts on this glorious autumnal day as I continue to dismantle Tom's room so to store much of it upstairs. I keep finding items (ones I'd never keep) in the oddest places, but now all these 35 years later I can giggle about it (and ok, roll my eyes), but not pull out my hair. 

Some things in our lives require lots of acceptance because they'll just never change. The question is not what's wrong with that person who's not like me? But rather, can we still, even so, show godly compassion and patience anyway

And of course, our homes become the perfect place to become an expert in practicing that acceptance and unconditional love, both with others and ourselves. It's so often fertile ground, indeed.






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"And there are distinctive varieties of operation [of working to accomplish things], but it is the same God Who inspires and energizes them all in all."   ...1 Corinthians 12:6


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4 comments:

Tracy Hathcock said...

As a child/teen, my room was always neat & clean. I loved to rearrange my furniture and posters to give my room a new look. :)

Pam said...

Oh Debra, reading this post took me back to a moment shared with my mother. After my father had passed, I was helping her get readjusted to her new life. She, being a perfectionist, had always fussed at my dad's collections (coins, tools, roadmaps, nail clippers, etc.) While we filled boxes for Goodwill, her tears continued to fall. She missed him very much and shared with me that she regretted every single negative word she'd spoken to him about his stuff. She reminded me that good husbands are a gift from God, and even though life with them could be difficult, life without them was awfully rough. Now she's in heaven, shining the pearly gates, no doubt.

Terri Cheney said...

Recently we had a faucet spring a leak that wouldn't quit. I did all I could until John got in from work next morning. He told me he had just what was needed to fix it and showed me the broken part. It was a washer. Then he goes to get one from the tool box in his car...Why there?

Another day the hot water heater blew the copper pipe I'd begged him to replace (he's a if aint' broke don't fix it sort too)as we knew they were used pipes and our own had sprung leaks. So there we are and he needs parts and he tells me to go get so and so, only I go to the in house box and he says Oh not there. No, plumbing parts are apparently kept in his jeans drawer.....Why there? LOL NOT my way of organizing. I've mused and mused on what in his creative brain makes him store things where he does and I can't fathom. And I can't fix a thing even if we DO have the parts and I know how because I've NO IDEA where he's stored them. On the other hand, those neat files in the file cabinet, plainly labeled with what important paperwork is inside are a huge mystery to him!

Debra said...

Tracy--sounds like we were cut from the same cloth! :)

Pam--I loved your story so much! Thank-you for sharing such a sweet thing. I even told Tom about it. :)

Terri--men. What are ya gonna do? :) Probably 15 years ago I put together my own toolbox and oh my... that has saved probably 200 arguments. ...smile...

Thanks, Everyone! ...Debra