Baskety Goodness!

Ok, so one of the biggest eye-sores in our home has been The Pantry. It’s not really a pantry. It’s a notch in our kitchen that the builder stuck shelves in. It had an accordion door on it when we moved in, and that was cumbersome, so we removed the door to acquire some much needed additional storage space. The result, however, was to leave it open for viewing, with no ability to hide our piles of Ziploc bag boxes and Gladware containers and lids – neither of which like to stay in neat and tidy stacks.

Earlier this week, inspired by my mother-in-law, I decided to do a “Pantry Reboot”. Bring out all the food in the pantries and put it on whatever flat surfaces were available. Fortunately, we have a rectangular folding table that worked nicely next to my desk. The idea is to consume all the items from the pantry before buying a lot more groceries. For those of us who forget what is stashed in this corner or that…sometimes food items can get really old without realizing it. On my last pantry cleaning a couple years ago, I found food that we’d actually moved from our apartment…9 years before…

Anyway, back to The Pantry. As I was in a major cleaning mode, I realized I couldn’t do this entire process without putting things back in a nice way. A way that wouldn’t be such a consistent frustration to both myself and J4.

So, yesterday I ventured out to find some sort of solution. After an unsuccessful wander through K-Mart, I found exactly what we needed at Target! Woven Paper Baskets!!

Without further ado…I proudly present…The Pantry:

Writing

Lord, I don’t know what lies within. But this writing is to take the time to listen to You and find. And then, to take up a different life.
— Ann, at Holy Experience

So much of my writing is reflecting on what was or what is, but what it should really become is a way to pour out so I can change.

Lord, I am still just a hearer, and not a doer. I hear a lot of things.

The laundry being spun. The cheerful, but as of yet unintelligible, chatter of a near 2 year old. Squeals of alternating delight and disappointment as his faithful playmate, the dog, keeps a toy just out of his grasp.

A little here, a little there. Playing with building blocks. Squeezing two of them together, but then unable to separate them, squawks in frustration. “Bring it to mommy, and I will help you”, I hear myself say. But he’s thrown the blocks away and moved on to the next thing.

Ah, how much of myself I see in him. I try to do something, run into difficulty, and do not listen when my Father says “Bring it to me, child, and I will help you.” Instead, I decide that this new thing just doesn’t work, and discard it. Moving on to something else. And nothing else satisfies. Nothing else works. And I keep moving and searching and dabbling.

Lord, slow me down. Teach me to see. To wait. To bring all things to you for your help. In the way of a 2-year old, I want to do it all by myself. Trying to exert independence. Why? What will I gain. I come to you to be changed. To start to DO what it is that I’ve been thinking, talking and hearing about. Please show me what this doing looks like. It’s so easy for me to leap into legalism and striving and I know that there is a difference between striving and doing.

Jesus replied, “But even more blessed are all who hear the word of God and put it into practice.”
Luke 11:28