I’ve been organizing. Specifically, my wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling bookshelves upstairs. A few things I learned:
I have a lot of books! I should count them sometime. It would probably take a few days.
I have more cookbooks than I realized! There’s probably a reason I stuffed them upstairs on a dusty bookshelf.
I also have more health books than I remembered, and more marriage books than will fit on one shelf. Why do I have so many marriage books? Have I even read them all? So, do I have an excellent marriage from applying all these books, or do I keep buying books hoping to improve my marriage? Hmm.
I still love missions! A lot! I almost cried when I found my collection of books by Thomas Hale, missionary to Nepal. I remember when he and his wife Cynthia visited our church to speak at a missions conference, and I remember deciding I was going to live in a mud hut in Nepal when I grew up. I carried that dream for a long time. My heart skipped a beat tonight, as I remembered all those missionary stories I’d read.
This is dangerous.
I’m a mom, and my mission is motherhood. “Lord, may I not be discontent! Teach me to serve on this mission field called ‘home,’ love my children, raise them well, and win their hearts for You.”
But I can pray like crazy that my children will love missions too! I would be the happiest mom in the world if all my children dedicated their lives to serving Christ. Fighting for His Kingdom. Bringing souls to Jesus. It really doesn’t matter where! But… if God led someone overseas… of course I’d have to visit.
And finally… I’m still not a super-organized person. It’s just not me! Clean, yes. I don’t like dirt on my floor, but clothes are okay. I’m working on this! Derek is the opposite. He likes an orderly house, but doesn’t mind if I’ve dusted recently. I’ll find that happy medium. For now, I stuffed “How Not to be a Messie” and “Clutter’s Last Stand” on a back bookshelf. Way up high.