I’m sharing a picture of my kitchen tonight. Why? Well, I thought I would welcome you to my mania. I am not one of those ultra-organized people. Shocker, right?! But I do like to have things in their proper place. And I recently decided on my focus word of 2016, Intentional. I am being more intentional when I put things away so that I have calm in the chaos that is my life.
Today when I came home from church, I noticed that my husband had used the yellow(bottom) bowl in the stack. His logic was “It was there”. My thought was “why not grab one of the bowls from the drying rack?” Yes, I hand wash all my dishes. The reason will be covered in another blog post called “What not to wash in a dishwasher.” Anyway, now I had all the other bowls clean and ready to be put up and the one that goes on the bottom is dirty. Conundrum. I pointed out his error and he laughed at me!
He was like “really?!”
I said “Really.”
The incredulous exchange went on for a few more reallys then I gave up.
About this time, my son came in the room. I asked him if he had any change from the grocery store trip I had sent him on the night before. I had given him a five to pick up that essential household supply, toilet paper. He informed me that he had put the $1.37 in the bag with the T.P. Really? The bag that was wadded up in the recycling bin that had already been put out for collection in the morning. Really? I am trying to be more intentional with my spending as well.
Seems my family is not supporting me in this quest for intentionality.
Then it occurred to me, maybe I had misinterpreted insane for intentional. Was $1.37 worth sending my son out in the freezing cold to dig through rubbish to try to find? No, that’s insanity. Was the order of the bowls in my cabinet worth a silly squabble? Nope, insanity.
Maybe God gave me the word intentional so I would be more intentional with my relationships, my words, my time and my talents. Maybe the word is to be pursued, but not quite as zealously and enthusiastically as I was attempting.
The year has just started and already I am on the sine wave of too much/ too little. I really want to trust and pursue what He is calling me to be, and yet I doubt myself and my calling. The pendulum keeps swinging me away from believing to doubt and back again. Maybe intentional means trusting God, INTENTIONALLY, with everything and at all times. My mood shouldn’t dictate the extend of my faith. The extend of my God’s love should.
So I am resetting my focus on 2016. I will be intentional not insane. I will love with intention, I will use my gifts with intention, and I will worship my God with intention; and avoid the trap of hyper-focused insanity.
However, my husband had better not use the yellow bowl again, that’s just crazy!
I am a Christian, a wife, a mom, and a part-time basket case who wants to be a full time writer.