Rearranging Furniture

chair collage 2

I have come to the conclusion that rearranging furniture  is probably a metaphor for life. We have played musical furniture so many times over the past year and are probably not done yet.  I’m starting to realize that shifting furniture around and making the pieces fit can teach us much about life.  We have to look at our available resources and determine how they can work together to create the space that we need in order to be at our most productive.  This is true of living life to our fullest potential as well as having a home with well-balanced furniture and accessories. Sometimes we have to accept that it might be time for something to go in order to make room.

Liviing Room collage

This has been a year of accepting that God sometimes rearranges our plans.  My husband has been without an official, includes benefits, job for a while now.  Doors have been slamming all over the place.  I finally changed the way I was praying.  I started asking God to send my husband the work he had for him to do rather than asking God to send him the job we thought he needed. I also asked God to give us enough. It’s not the way we thought we’d be living at this point in our lives, but our needs are being met in the space we’ve been given. God is faithful and he does answer prayer.

Music room collage

I have  been looking hard at what I’m supposed to be writing. For a long time I resisted writing about my mom’s Alzheimer’s and how it was rearranging all our lives. I didn’t want that to be my story. But, it is part of my story and it shapes  my voice. To leave it out would not be authentic, so I’ve been rearranging and making space to explore the journey in my writing.

One of the highlights of this past year was when I went to a Writers Barn event and soaked in what Emily Freeman and Christa Wells had to say about our writing voice. Emily said, “Learn to respect the story that’s within you”.  She’s right.  Going forward, that is a lesson I will continue to embrace.

Emily P. Freeman quote

A year is made up of many moments that define our living.  If we can look at those moments and see how the story was written, then we can take the truth from those moments and let them shape the story that is to come.

Rearranging in grace,

Teresa

What lessons have you learned this year?  To read what others have been learning hop on over to Chatting at the Sky.

Constant

If I had to choose one word to describe my dad it would be constant. He is steadfast, faithful, and never wavers. He is the calm in the midst of family storms. As I’ve grown older I have realized just how much his influence has kept me on course. He does not judge, he does not preach, he does not complain, he loves without condition. Simply put he is our families source of strength and one of the Godliest men I know. I love him very much and am so thankful for his influence, acceptance and love. In honor of Father’s Day I have copied a poem I wrote for him in 2007. It was my thoughts about how his strength countered my foibles. I thank God for him and hope I am blessed to have him in my life for many years.

she came into your life a tousled blonde mess;

a little quirky with a mind of her own,

she tried you – often.

life was stormy and irrational.

curious was an understatement.

rebellious goes without saying.

she loved you with complete trust.

you smoothed the tousled mane,

balanced the quirkiness,

calmed her storms,

reasoned with her,

challenged her mind,

tempered the rebelliousness with acceptance

 

she is still all of those things and more

she still loves you with complete trust

your uncompromising love remains a constant in her life

Gracefully,

Sadie