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Friday, October 30, 2009

Names have been changed to protect the guilty...

Recently I was reminiscing with a very loved friend about a dear one that is no longer living on the earth. In life, this dear one, whom we shall call, Alice was kind but stoic. She seemed unable to always openly give the love she wanted. She could be cold and hard, exacting and she could hold a grudge. But she was also very giving and would put her needs after others. Perhaps that was the avenue she felt the most at ease at loving. The safest place to be open.

Her story was not unusual or grandly different from yours or mine. We all have struggles, joys, pains, achievements, moments of sheer genius, and utterances that could be attributed only to fools alone. She was a part of a typical family, with typical family stuff. She had her needs met and some leftover, maybe not some leftover all the time but never want.

The part of her story that I want to share is her deep love, and the measure of which is greater than I have known from many. In her life was an individual that was even more exacting than Alice. There was nothing Alice could do to meet the mark on that ruler. The trying cracked her and wore at her. After awhile it was too much, and she ended up spending some time at a mental hospital. She went through treatment there and came out again to resume life.

Now fast forward around twenty years. Alice's life has continued with both ebbs and flows. The individual that has caused her angst is now in poor health and confined to a bed in a nursing facility. They have very few visitors save Alice, who comes daily. Not just for a few weeks, but for five years. She did not stop until after the individual had passed on.

It did not hit me the magnitude of Alice's love until the other day. She visited the very person that drove her into a mental hospital. If that is not a picture of love, I do not know what is. I am proud to have been loved by Alice. And I hope that I may too give this love...

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Confessions of a Glad Soul

Well, it has been way too long since I have last written....I should catch you all up on my life, but instead I feel the need to get something out in the open...Not for you, for me. And those of you who know me best, know this about me....I AM MESSY. And not just messy but like in the league of Hoarders and Clean Sweep messy.

But and a big big BUT

I have been working for days, weeks, months to remedy this malady. And I am proud to say I have done this without a huge team of support or a tv camera. I have had some great help along the way, namely Niki Richard (a dear childhood friend who has such a sweet spirit and undying love for ME), my husband (who is on this journey with me) and my mom (who is my constant cheerleader and often helps to find time for me to work without kids).

I have spent the last several years trying to figure out why I am messy....truly there are a multitude of answers. 1) I am ultimately lazy and would prefer to gratify myself with momentary pleasures. 2) I am a packrat and keep things instead of keeping them memories. And of course, there is always something I could use that for. 3) I have had such a big mess for so long that often I cannot find something, so I must purchase a new one. Then I have two somethings and only space for one something. 4) I never trained myself how to actually be neat, so now with being a wife and mother, I am severely behind. 5) I self medicated by buying things.

Okay, that being said, I have found a cure....and the explanation is a long one but I will be brief. You can ask me for the long version if you would like...

Last year, Mom was introduced to Aruthur Burke's ministry. Basically, in a very very small nutshell, I have learned the power of blessings! For so many years, I would quote Scripture over this area in my life, pray, ask God for His help, etc...but with only minimal results. But we are made of three parts: Body, Soul and Spirit. It is our Spirit that is eternal. Yet unfortunately, we do not nurture this part of our being. So I began to ask God to bless my spirit with the ability to be orderly, to glorify Him with my things and space, and to be a blessing to others and my family. As I blessed my spirit, my soul (specifically my will's wanting to get my butt up and clean and my emotions- the overwhelmed scared, not sure where to start part) came in line. As I continued, I had this overwhelming energy to start accomplishing things I have never done before.

I still have a LONG LONG way to go. But as God's word is building my spirit man, the rest of me is being built too. I have every confidence that I am a neat, orderly person. And as I tell my spirit to stand up and my soul to sit down, that I, too, will do this through Christ who strengthens me.

Sorry, if that way too much information. Or if you did not really want to know that about me! But I needed to get it out on paper.

Now, I will update....