My first response to this might be ‘Dust’ 🙂 Yes, I am a collector and that is about what it amounts to!
Let me start by saying I am a hoarder too. Yuck, did I just make that known? That’s what happens when you collect everything and develop emotional attachments to it. My first collections were things that belonged to family members, mostly those who had died. Some of those things had particular memories attached to it but many were just because they belonged to people I loved. This is a two edge sword honed from insecurity. Those who I knew loved me back on one side and those who I wasn’t sure of on the other. Now, all these people loved me – in the ways they were capable; it’s insecurity that lavished meaning upon these objects. I longed deep inside for relationship – that is how we were made – and somewhere, I guess, that got too scary and things become my filler.
I filled a 3 story house to it’s limit. Don’t have visions of those hoarders on TV! Trash did go out….well, most of it 🙂 It was hard to throw out magazines and newspapers collected until I had time to read them and then they went out. Do you ever look at something and instead of judging (which makes us feel better about ourselves, right?), you find yourself wondering ‘did they begin like me?’ or ‘how long before that would become me?’ Anyway, get piles of trash and climbing over them out of your heads – it wasn’t like that. I’m a display-er. Nice arrangements everywhere! Most people found my home to be ‘cozy’ and ‘comfortable’. I made others feel welcome but I think that is because my home reflected me and they were there because they liked me.
To maintain lots of stuff is work!! When our lives are running smoothly it’s one thing but if anything gets out of kilter, well, then it’s like a landslide! It just doesn’t make for an orderly home…
How I got freed from my belongings is another story and yet one still in progress. That’s not what I want to talk about right now. I had a very special collection…one that I loved! It was an intentional one, not one handed down. It’s this story I want to share. Come back tomorrow.
Have you ever needed help? Who do you look to for it?
I have been moved by the interviews with victims of Super Storm Sandy. Their cries were loud. They were demanding. They expected response. And response they are getting. Churches & Crisis Response Teams are there & others are forming. People want to help. During times of distress we come together, we share resources. We care and we wonder what if.
A couple things come to mind here. First, if Jesus is your Savior, we are told to come boldly into the throne room for grace & mercy in our time of need. This is promised to us because of our inheritance in Jesus. We are God’s kids. He desires to care for us, and loves doing so!
Secondly, everyday there are victims of genocide. Did you know that? Do think about what they must face each day of their lives? I cannot help but think what impact we would have if we rallied on their behalf as we do in other crisis. We’ll not see one of them demanding someone do something. They accept their lot in life, just doing the next thing next. The media has yet to give coverage day after day, hour after hour, to these atrocities. They have no voice but ours.
In no way do I want to diminish the loss and utter destruction from Sandy. What I want us to consider is the difference manpower can make in the lives of those that need us. One such group is the Nubian, who live in rocks to hide from missiles. No way to provide for themselves….only hide. You can learn more about them at http://www.savethenuba.com.
Sandy has everyone’s attention. If you are not on the East coast, you still are met with reports of her size, prediction of landfall, and current destruction. Lots of preparation has led up to the day of expectation. Store shelves have emptied of supplies, houses are boarded up, schools & businesses are closed and many have evacuated their homes. Preparation.
There are other storms in life. I’m wondering about the preparation for those storms. How does one weather them? Someone once said to realize the worth of the Anchor, we need to feel the stress of the storm. If you don’t know Jesus you are missing your Anchor, the One who will never leave you or forsake you.
Hunker down. One thing is for sure – storms are coming……
Does it? Does absence really make the heart grow fonder? I started thinking about it because there are quite a few blogs I follow. Really good, insightful thoughts out there and I like to ‘like’ the post when I read it and do. That was how I started this blog in the first place – I wanted to ‘like’ something I read. You cannot do that unless you are a blogger….
Back to the issue at hand; for days now I cannot like anything! Zip, Nada. Thus, this post is an experiment; I want to see if I can ‘like’ something after breathing life back into this thing! 😉 Now, apparently absence does not make WordPress any fonder of me – rather, it choses to ignore me (pending experiment, of course).
How do you react? Does your heart grow fonder thinking about the one whose missing? My hubby and I had a long distance courtship. I couldn’t stop thinking about him 🙂 We didn’t settle for absence; we were on the phone for hours and driving most every weekend to be together. Maybe that’s how it works — we worked at our relationship because we had to in order for there to be one (thus growing fonder because of our investment?). It was alot easier to fall in a rut and take each other for granted, I suppose, after we got married. I remember complaining that before we were married my hubby could finish my sentences, always knew what I was thinking, and could call me at the exact time I needed him. Why was that a complaint?? Because after we married he lost the ability to speak my language (and I, his I’m sure); he didn’t seem to know me at all! All these misunderstandings and unmet expectations. UGH! We had stopped thinking about the other and started focusing on ourselves.
Now, there’s a stink that will rile any stingbug!!
Instead, let’s do an experiment – wake up that blog! put your mate first! grow those hearts fonder!!
“Many will charge that dragging up the past is fruitless and wastes time on things that are best forgotten…but emotional wounds are like physical ones: They do not heal if they are neglected; they only become infected and can become life damaging. The hurt must be brought into the light and treated.” ~Albert Haase
Ever wondered why you do the things you do, react the way you react, interpret the way you interpret? Our learned behaviors seem normal, we feel normal. Small hurts, we might go on and on about, looking for validation from others. BIG hurts, we hide them, afraid something is wrong with us or this wouldn’t have happened. What comes next? Insecurity, doubt, guilt, perhaps paranoia? I suspect these are among the bacteria of emotional wounds. We can’t cover them – deeper, deeper we try to; but like it or not we become enslaved to the very thing we’re trying to get away from.
Whats lurking under your skin? Bring it to Jehovah Rapha, the God Who Heals – our Great Physician and get exposed to the Light. Infection gone. Healing begun.