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Truth over Trivial Trinkets, in My Calamity of Clutter

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I’m taking just a brief moment to pause my house 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 for 2 nights, so you could imagine I have a lot of de-cluttering and cleaning to do. I DO have (well have had since I have been cleaning for 5 hours) a calamity of clutter, a disaster of a dustbowl that should be ditched in the dustbin, but I want to scrub the stuff even if they are trivial trinkets… (Not don’t even get me started on having too many t shirts – that is not today’s trouble)…

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

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. 

Yes, I’m organized but I do have too much, we do in America – we are the results of depression era moved into collection era and now crushed by it all era. And yet, I love my stuff and so Lord, please don’t take it away, just help me sort to straighten and patiently purge preciously, as my mushy memories are in play.

So within these piles are precious papers, truthful tons of tomes: and special these include my own spiritual special biblical writings AND my many biblical books. And now my recent acquisition of a 1950s set of the “Story of the Bible”, from a friend who saw it in her parents home for years. These are tremendous treasures of tome. (Not my beach reading rags.) These are to be read religiously and absorbed spiritually, and appreciated aptly. Then pass them on, as God’s Word is to be heard and reheard. 

Whew…

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. SCRIPTURE IS SAVING FOR SAVORING.

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

AMEN 

God Bless Grandma Love

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Came across this poem for blessing Grandmothers and it brought me to tears remembering both of mine. These past few weeks have been sorting so many items of my one grandma from the farmhouse – from her hope chest to her wedding cake topper to the birrthday surprises to the catalogs and bills from Sears, Wards, and Pennies…  

And now including her sketch book as a girl – with these beautiful vintage figures – 1920’s heyday outfits for sure. I took photos and have included some.

My Grandma was wonderful – and my mom said my Grandma could not wait to look after our family. My mom would bring us over while she went to work part time – it was a wonderful time to be on a farm as well as learn baking and sewing and travel and play outside – idyllic now that we look back on it. I even remember laying back and watching clouds go by – ah those were the days. My grandma died while I was still in my teens – it was a tough time for my family – she held so much together. And oh the fun items we have found now in the attic of our cleaning at the farmhouse… I am blessed to be seeing so many of my Grandmother’s letters from her cousins and aunt from the 1920’s to 1950’s as well – and to see this sketchbook. 

And in this 1940’s newspaper, I found this poem – so true…

God bless Grandmas everywhere!!! Then and now and let us be inspired to be Grandma helpers always whether we have kids of not!

AMEN!!!

Poem by Rowena Cheney

“Prayer for Grandmother”

Dear Father, please let Grandma do

Some happy little tasks for you;

Please see that heaven understands

She never sat with folded hands.

She knitted, darned, or sewed a patch

On little trousers – made it match – 

And took the tiniest stitches, so

It was not noticed. Let her know

You need her. If a cherub tears

His rompers on the golden stairs

Please let her mend then Don’t forget

How well she tells a story. Let

Her entertain the seraphim;

And fill her heart right to the brim

With joy that comes to dear grandmothers

Only when they are helping others.