Certain words are just funny. Like when I say, “I cleaned house.” I chuckle en route to my lips even beginning to form the words. Really our family isn’t sloppy, and other than cat fur accumulating, we pick up as we go. Yet when a rare cleaning mood hits, especially one that has potential to tackle the mountain of papers in the kitchen, we better let it play out. Don’t squelch an all-nighter. A few weeks ago, I finally tackled the mountain. It was an ominous, above-ground black hole that threatened to swallow anyone attempting to sort its contents. Yet now was the time to topple this pile whose balance had been carefully guarded for years. And what I had dreaded all this time did prove to bless my soul. I was pleasured to reread articles and realize my attraction to them in the first place was not in vain. What was an inkling years ago, such as one list of Bible study ideas, had now come to fruition with great blessing. I’d kept a bookstore clipping years ahead of the time it would be useful. Because I found it now and my book is now published, making a phone call to the store about my book now fit. I found photos of my husband playing guitar when we served with a homeless ministry under a downtown bridge. How sweet to recall that cold December morning, all bundled for warmth and singing freely on the streets. A blessing for the Lord to show me that photo from deep within the paper mountain I had seen as treacherous. God can bring life to what we bemoan and consider mundane. His unexpected blessings I love.
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