Reaching into the dark and dusty depths behind the garage shelf, my fingers touched something. Pulling it out, I discovered a tiny, red garden glove that had been Sara’s many years ago. Cleaning out my garage is a dirty job but somebody has to do it and Nemo isn’t volunteering. That leaves–me!
So far, about twelve feet of my garage is clean and orderly. The rest–well, the rest doesn’t bear mentioning yet, but I’m getting there. It’s just a slow and tedious business.
I’ve taken two loads of re-sale items to the Samaritan shop and another load is in my car, waiting to make that trip again tomorrow. In addition, there’s a big garbage sack full of stuff that should have been thrown away a few years back. Why did I hang onto it? Do I have an innate need to surround myself with things even though they are long past being useful to anybody? Do I hang onto them like a child with a security blanket? If so, I didn’t inherit this tendency from my parents. Mom was orderly and neat. Her closets were neat, everything had a place. So, maybe I had a long ago ancestor who was a pack rat? It’d be nice to blame it on somebody.
But, cleanliness has its rewards. I found the very first poem I was ever paid for. I sold it to Primary Treasure back in 1973 (some of you weren’t even born then). They paid me the magnificent sum of one dollar, but when I got that check, anybody watching would have thought I’d won a huge jackpot. Somebody had actually liked what I wrote well enough to pay me. I was ecstatic!
I thought you might like to read it, so here it is.
God’s Love
I looked up at the stars last night and I saw winging by
A flock of geese whose V-shaped flight God guides across the sky.
I’m glad He cares for little things on earth and up above
For children’s feet and geese’s wings are guided by His love.
I hope you have a wonderful Sunday, free of dusty, dark depths. Whether it’s raining or sunny at your house, I hope it’s a happy day. If you should encounter any mysteries, may they be of the small, cozy variety!
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