It’s January. It’s the start of a new year and a time that
always feels so ripe for change. Many of us are looking around our homes
critically, deciding what needs to go and what can stay. We’re examining our
household routines, searching for ways to run our homes more efficiently.
Usually, I revamp my control journal over these first few
days of the New Year, tweaking my cleaning routines to better suit our current
schedules and changes.
Sometimes, though, I feel pressed to make big changes, which
isn’t necessarily a bad thing. An organized home runs smoothly. How much more
peaceful the day is when you can find everything, and you’re not racing out the
door late for an appointment you completely forgot. After a crazy year like the
one we just had, I really feel convicted to make big changes
Unfortunately, there are times when I let the organization of
my home rule everything, pitting the Mary and Martha in me against each other
in a smackdown cage match battle to the death. Sadly, it’s usually my family
that loses that battle.
Do you ever do that? Do you ever make the organization and
appearance of your home so important that you snap and snarl at the people you
love the most so that your home looks photo shoot ready at all times? Do you
ever put perfection above people? I’m horribly guilty of barking orders like a
drill sergeant at times to my dear family, especially in January when I’m bent
on making “improvements” to the running of our home. It took a long time, but I
grapple with and eventually accepted two truths: I have a pride issue, and
God’s idea of order and organization isn’t the same as man’s.
My dear friend, Monica, and I came to the realization that
we wrestle with pride issues more that we wanted to admit. Here’s what we
learned. If you’re freaking out on your family to straighten up the house
because a friend is on their way over, you have a pride issue. If you are
fussing that the appearance of your home might not please a guest (who doesn’t
live there, I might add), you have a pride issue. If your children are only
allowed to play with one toy at a time because an unexpected visitor might stop
by and see a little clutter, you have a pride issue. If you’re in debt up to
your eyeballs because you just had to have the right paint, furniture,
curtains, carpets, etc., you have a pride issue.
Don’t get me wrong; I have nothing against a lovely home
that’s neat, orderly, and organized. What I’m saying is that if you have to
hurt your family in order to create that neat, orderly, and organized home and
that if you are creating that neat, orderly, and organized home in order to
please someone else, you might want to take a good look at your heart. I had to
come to grips with the fact that we are an active family living on a very limited budget. We work on craft
projects and house projects and sometimes things are not very orderly until
those projects are done. I also had to accept the fact that living up to
someone else’s expectations isn’t just the wrong way to run a home, but it
would also mean re-writing my entire family’s DNA!
The second truth revealed itself when I learned about
something called Fibonacci numbers.
An organizing junkie friend of mine who lives and breaths
neat, clean, straight lines and aesthetically pleasing order, likes to remind
me that our God is a god of order. I agree, sort of. Our God is a god of order,
but I don’t think His idea of order is the same pristine order we humans often
strive to achieve.
Let me ask you something. What do you see when you look at a
tree? Do you see order or chaos? Although a tree can look like a work of art,
just ask Joyce Kilmer, it doesn’t exactly appear to grow with any precision or
order. Leaves grow in every direction, covering a haphazard maze of branches
that shoot out willy-nilly, here, there, and everywhere. Yet, God, a god of
order, created it.
Want to know a secret? That tree does grow with amazing
precision and order that follows a mathematical sequence known as Fibonacci numbers. Don’t worry. I won’t make you endure the math lesson, but when you
have time, read up on these numbers and how they apply to nature. The bottom
line is that what looks like chaos to the world is actually quite orderly
underneath.
When I looked around my home during one of my more intense
re-organization rampages, I realized that my home is more organized that it
appears on the surface. Cabinets are organized according to their contents.
Like is stored with like. For the most part, I know what I’m making for dinner
each night and where everyone needs to be when. I can put my hands on just
about anything I need when I need it. Well, except for a CD case that went
missing two weeks ago. It’ll turn up in the post holiday clean-up craze, I’m
certain. My home will never look like a page from the latest Ikea catalog, but we're all pretty happy with it and with the lack of unnecessary tension.
Anyway, my point is if you’re re-organizing, cleaning up
your house, and seeing well to the ways of your household because it really
needs it, by all means, go for it! Even Mary would join that clean-up crew. But
if you’re stressing out yourself and your family because you feel the need to
follow someone else’s idea of order, take a little time to study the brief
story of Martha and Mary in Luke 10:38-42 and take a real good look at a few
trees.
Thanks for stopping by! I pray that you run your home with
the efficiency of Martha and the heart of Mary.
Grace and peace be
yours in abundance,
Betty
TREES
I
think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet' flowing breast.
A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray.
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair.
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
-Joyce Kilmer
From - Trees and Other Poems by Joyce Kilmer
Copyright 1914 by Doublday and Company Inc
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet' flowing breast.
A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray.
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair.
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
-Joyce Kilmer
From - Trees and Other Poems by Joyce Kilmer
Copyright 1914 by Doublday and Company Inc
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Very nice reminder. I suffered from this not to many years ago as well. We always want to put our best foot forth, but not to the ill of our family members. Happy New Year!
ReplyDeleteHow appropriate for me to read today as I was frustrated with my children yesterday for their desire to play (How horrible!!) instead of work to clean our house! I put myself to bed at 6:30 last night because I told my husband, "I'm tired of being gripey and griping at them." I read from the book "Jesus Calling" last night before I went to sleep and the last line was from the account of Mary worshiping at the Lord's feet. Thank you for your wisdom today!
ReplyDeleteThis is exactly what I struggle with too. You mentioned the Control Journal - flylady, right? I love her and what she teaches, however, I took it and added perfectionism to it. I had to be the "Perfect Flybaby". In the end, it put amazing stress on my family because my perfectionism ran the house! I am now working on allowing a dish or two in my sink and some clutter here and there. It is a long process of finding that balance. Thank you so much for your reminder to put our family first.
ReplyDeleteI love this reminder! I can get a little obsessive about keeping stuff in its place. I really try to balance that with making our basement the area where our kids can create messes to their hearts content.
ReplyDeleteLike you, sometimes I am more task oriented(get it done NOW!) than goal oriented (making a place of family respite/haven).Thanks for the reminder about balance.
ReplyDeleteThis post came at a perfect time for me... This year I decided I wasn't going to have New Year's Resolutions so much as New Year's Recognitions.
ReplyDeleteA big one for me was that feeling inadequate about the state of my house was preventing me from inviting friends over!
It's not so bad, really. But we LIVE here - homeschooling and cooking real food for every meal. That means a constant state of fluctuating mess! It doesn't help that we don't have the money to fix up everything that needs fixing, and when we do it's usually a drawn out do-it-ourselves affair.
I started letting go a couple weeks ago, and it's working. Life is happier already!
Joy
Thank all for stopping by and especially for your lovely comments of encouragement
ReplyDeleteSusan, yep, my Control Journal is from Flylady! I had no idea how to manage my home before I "met" Flylady. I did start out looking for perfection, but quickly realized that I was spending so much time planning that I still wasn't getting anything done, lol. I really benefited from her "start right where you are" attitude.
Joy, you just described my house! We LIVE here and ou home looks like it! Well said!
Betty
I have often heard the first line of that Kilmer poem, but I never read the whole thing. That's beautiful. Thanks for sharing it and your ideas about order!
ReplyDeleteJeanne G.
Very wise! C.S. Lewis says in Mere Christianity that people think being house-proud is a good thing, but they'd do well to recall that Pride is a Deadly Sin. I have been trying to keep that in mind!
ReplyDeleteI was raised in a town where most families thought it was important for a house to be spotless, like a hotel, and anything less indicated that the mother had failed as a woman. Although I always thought that was dumb, as an adult I'm realizing how much it infected my thinking anyway. I work full-time outside the home; I have to cut myself some slack about keeping house, and really I do pretty well. Now that I live in a different place, I know lots of people whose homes are about as clean and orderly as mine. But I still freak out sometimes and cause trouble with my family by insisting on unrealistic standards. :-( Thanks for the reminder to seek calm from the Lord!
I learned that poem in 5th grade and can still recite it today - my favorite poem! I like how you compared trees and orderliness. thank you for the reminder.
ReplyDeleteI needed to hear this. I am one of those moms who turn into a drill sergeant whenever I hear someone is coming over, or whenever we are trying get ready to go somewhere. I bark out orders, get mad when things don't get done quickly, and have even made my youngest cry during one of these times. I am thoroughly ashamed of myself, and your post made me see the error of my ways. Thank you.
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