I’m taking just a brief moment to pause my cleaning, which is five years overdue.  My friends are coming in and we will visit together and then travel together. I’m giving them my room to stay in so you could.Imagine I have a lot of cleaning to do. I have a calamity of clutter, a death of a dustbowl that should be ditched in the dustbin, and trivial trinkets… don’t even get me started on too many t shirts…

Yes, I’m organized but I have too much. And yet, I love my stuff and Lord, please don’t take it away, just help me patiently purge preciously, as my memories are in play.

But within these piles are precious papers, truthful tons of tomes: these are my own spiritual special biblical writings AND my many biblical books. And my recent acquisition of a 1950s set of the “Story of the Bible”, from a friend. Tremendous treasures of tome. These are to be read religiously and absorbed spiritually, and appreciated aptly. (Then pass them on, God’s Word is to be heard. )

Whew…

(And I thought the pollen was bad enough for my allergies. This dust and yesterday’s old papers must – whew it’s a sneezing bust!)

Now there are dishes to discard, charms that can’t compete, even a chik fila cow that I’m moooo-ving out. Donations for someone else’s cleaning of clutter. Just way too much… and then there’s rocks and sea shells, so sweet at the time, trust me, I don’t remember half the rhythm or the rhyme of their collection time. Just wanted a memory, but all I remember is that I must have enjoyed the moment. 

And that’s why we enjoy scriptural sentiments and biblical books, because they are matters of this moment, not just of the past, but of the future and of the now… so I will shake off the stuff and save the sustenance of substance. 

Okay back to dusting, dusting off my memories, my hopes, and my hallelujah’s!!!

AMEN