I thought I had everything organized and in order. It just shows how useless my thinking is these days.
There are many piles in my office and on my desk, and I know what is in each pile. Everything is organized to my specifications. My rule is: if I can't find something, I don't need it. Believe me; there's a lot of things I don't need. The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage came into my office area and said rather strictly, “What is all this junk?” The only junk I could see in my office area was the waste can, which was full at the time. So I picked up the waste can, took it out, emptied it, and brought the empty waste can back. “There,” I said with a degree of satisfaction, “I got rid of all the junk.” My method of organizing is not the same as hers. For example, on the other side of the house, she has what she calls her "Craft Room." I walked into it once, and it was so organized I had to get out as quickly as possible. It gave me a headache. It looked like a well-organized store of craft products. Everything had its place, and every place had its thing. My idea of organization is that I know where everything is and if I can’t find it, well, you know the rest of that. “Look at all of the junk in your office. How can you work with all of this junk around you?” Still, I do not understand what her definition of junk in my room is. But the fact is, I work better when I'm surrounded by what she calls "junk." Then she said something that froze my liver. “I have some time so let me help you organize your office.” Then she briskly walked towards one of my “piles.” I almost panicked. "No, no," I said as gently as I could even though I was in panic mode. "Everything is okay; I'll take care of it, you don't have to worry." Then something happened that saved me from this predicament. My wife's cell phone rang, and it was our daughter. She wanted to know something about a craft project she was working on and wanted to know if her mother could help her. I saw her eyes light up as she left my office area and went back into her craft room to help our daughter. I think that’s why God gives us daughters! One person's junk is another person's workspace. Just because you don't understand how my office is organized doesn't mean it's not organized, and it doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing in my office. My workspace, or junk as my wife says, is my environment to think and to work. While my wife was back in her craft room, talking to our daughter, I happen to think of a verse of Scripture. "Commit thy works unto the Lord, and thy thoughts shall be established” (Proverbs 16:3). When in my space, no matter how somebody else may do it, I am in an atmosphere to do the thinking I need to do. Most of the time, my thoughts are rooted in God and how he has marvelously blessed my life. [Dr. James L. Snyder is pastor of the Family of God Fellowship, Ocala, FL 34472. He lives with the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage in Silver Springs Shores. Call him at 352-216-3025 or e-mail jamessnyder2@att.net. The church web site is www.whatafellowship.com.] |
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