"You begin to move mountains when you start carrying away small stones."
- Doris A. Dillon, Randleman, North Carolina
I think she was talking about my kitchen counter. Have you seen my bar lately? Of course not. You can't possibly see it because of all the clutter that's on top of it! Yesterday I saw it as my mountain. Today I see it as... well, shoot. It's still my mountain... and a darn, BIG one!
Others might view it as a dumpster: some, a treasure chest... still others, a laundry basket. I don't dare drop clean underwear on it, but single black socks get dropped there all the time, waiting for the missing mates. Eye glasses are supposed to be there, but I can never find a pair that has both lenses still intact. Receipts, recipes, coupons... you name it... it's all there. Library books sit there so long that they have to be returned before they are opened, and silk floral arrangements sit there until they sprout roots.
I did make progress this morning, though. Yesterday my mother asked me about the pile of plates on the bar, and it embarrassed me that my mother hinted at what I should do. So, when she makes it into the kitchen today, she will see that I have dealt with the issue, one at least.
The stack of 12 plastic melamine plates, the new ones from Target, is now a stack of eight. I finally decided that I have not been able to decide what to do with them because I don't want to say goodbye to the four pink ones. I like them. They are really pretty, and, "No, I don't have anything else pink in my kitchen." But, I like them... and after only three months, I realized that! So, I jerked off the stickers, and now they are mine to keep. The others... well, they are rather weird looking with their navy blue & white swirls, and I'm already sick of looking at them. They make me dizzy. I hope the store will take them back. If not, maybe I can use them as a "Get Well" present for someone. Maybe not.
Anyway, I have moved stones today: stones disguised as dinnerware. And... if I deal with the eight "weird" plates, and return them to the store, and if I wash and put in the cupboard the four pink plates... then, I will have dealt with a dozen items... a dozen stones. That's a pretty good number, don't you think? And, a darn good accomplishment for a procrastinator who is really skilled at her profession.
Wonder if I could make a living at procrastinating... hmmm... that would take some creative thinking, and I am good at that. But, I'll think about that a little bit later. Right now, I have eight plates to bag, four plastic plates to wash... the four pink, plastic ones...and stones hanging around my neck that are really bothering me. I think it's time to deal with them, and I really should do something about them.
Know anybody that needs a droopy silk floral arrangement?
Seen any extra black socks?
Even one?
Changing the world, one stone at a time...
Cindy Lou
p.s. Thank you, Lord, that I have the time to sit and think about such little things. Direct me towards your purpose today, and help me sort through the issues that matter and those that don't. Direct my feet, direct my actions, and fill my heart with your goodness so that what I "dish out" today will be filled with your love. I want to do better... really, I do, but I can't do it by myself. Thank you, Jesus... Amen.
@Copyright 2011, Cindy Lou Hodges All Rights Reserved.
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| What I call the "Pink" plate! |
Others might view it as a dumpster: some, a treasure chest... still others, a laundry basket. I don't dare drop clean underwear on it, but single black socks get dropped there all the time, waiting for the missing mates. Eye glasses are supposed to be there, but I can never find a pair that has both lenses still intact. Receipts, recipes, coupons... you name it... it's all there. Library books sit there so long that they have to be returned before they are opened, and silk floral arrangements sit there until they sprout roots.
I did make progress this morning, though. Yesterday my mother asked me about the pile of plates on the bar, and it embarrassed me that my mother hinted at what I should do. So, when she makes it into the kitchen today, she will see that I have dealt with the issue, one at least.
The stack of 12 plastic melamine plates, the new ones from Target, is now a stack of eight. I finally decided that I have not been able to decide what to do with them because I don't want to say goodbye to the four pink ones. I like them. They are really pretty, and, "No, I don't have anything else pink in my kitchen." But, I like them... and after only three months, I realized that! So, I jerked off the stickers, and now they are mine to keep. The others... well, they are rather weird looking with their navy blue & white swirls, and I'm already sick of looking at them. They make me dizzy. I hope the store will take them back. If not, maybe I can use them as a "Get Well" present for someone. Maybe not.
Anyway, I have moved stones today: stones disguised as dinnerware. And... if I deal with the eight "weird" plates, and return them to the store, and if I wash and put in the cupboard the four pink plates... then, I will have dealt with a dozen items... a dozen stones. That's a pretty good number, don't you think? And, a darn good accomplishment for a procrastinator who is really skilled at her profession.
Wonder if I could make a living at procrastinating... hmmm... that would take some creative thinking, and I am good at that. But, I'll think about that a little bit later. Right now, I have eight plates to bag, four plastic plates to wash... the four pink, plastic ones...and stones hanging around my neck that are really bothering me. I think it's time to deal with them, and I really should do something about them.
Know anybody that needs a droopy silk floral arrangement?
Seen any extra black socks?
Even one?
Changing the world, one stone at a time...
Cindy Lou
p.s. Thank you, Lord, that I have the time to sit and think about such little things. Direct me towards your purpose today, and help me sort through the issues that matter and those that don't. Direct my feet, direct my actions, and fill my heart with your goodness so that what I "dish out" today will be filled with your love. I want to do better... really, I do, but I can't do it by myself. Thank you, Jesus... Amen.
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