In preparation for the Easter Weekend, I'm writing this to you while wearing one of my holey t-shirts. Oh, I have quite a few holey t-shirts. They are the most beloved, comfortable, wonderful things. Rather like a favored pair of jeans..... without having to worry about whether or not you can get them buttoned! I have bowed to family "urgings" and thrown away all of my super holey sweats. I even bought some new sweats, but I neglected to purchase the kind with pockets. These pocket-less sweats will never be favorites, holey or not! The holey t-shirt that I'm wearing now isn't even really mine. It was given to Bruce as a gift. I guess I liked it better than he did. Or, perhaps, he just gave up trying to manage to get it into his dresser drawer before I got it into mine after laundry day! Either way, it has to rank right up there with my favorite holey t-shirts of all time. My most favorite holey t-shirt is getting so very holey, and paint-spattered, that I've given up wearing it. Except for those days when I need the most comforting t-shirt, the t-shirt that makes me smile.... even if no one else thinks it's particularly funny or cute. (No bad words or pictures. I just seem to think it's funnier than other people do. Me and my weird sense of humor!)
So I'm wearing my holey t-shirt, and my not so favorite sweats, and I'm chillin' in the recliner while I write this. Buddy is on the couch. On his back. Paws up in the air. Head dropped over the front edge of the cushion. Tongue lolling out one side of his mouth. The perfect picture of doggy relaxation. He is way ahead of me in the weekend plans. Relaxation. That is what I'm striving for this weekend.
Not so much relaxation as in .... sit in the recliner for 2 days in a row and play Words with Friends... or something like that. I'm looking for more of a relaxation that comes from (finally) getting the (majority of) the house (at least somewhat) clean. I made a good effort towards that when I got home from work. All clean laundry is upstairs. Mine is waiting for me to get up there and put it away. The rugs from the downstairs bathroom and the kitchen are being washed now. It's impossible to be relaxed in this house when it's like this! Time to clean it up... and be able to relax.
As I can relax in my holey clothes, I can relax in knowing that Holy is a part of my life. It's hard. Darn hard, at times. It's much easier to put on holey clothing than it is to wear Holy as a part of your everyday life. At least it is for me. It's much easier to pray, to read the Bible, to work towards Holy things, when one is in need of comfort. Much like wearing comfortable, holey clothing, when the need to relax, to find comfort, to be wrapped in something familiar and soft, is what I do at home when I need to unwind, I find that when my soul is in need of Holy comfort, I wrap myself in the comforts of Christ and prayer and the Bible and church. It is a whole lot easier to be holey than it is to be Holy, but I'm trying. As I strive to be comfortable in my holey clothes this weekend, I'm going to strive to focus on Holy, too. To remember that I can always find comfort in Holy, without wearing my holey clothes. That I don't need to be at home, in my recliner, wearing my holey clothes, to be wrapped in wonderful Holy comfort. That is how I will achieve the ultimate relaxation. No worries. No stresses. No fears. I need Holy more than I need holey, but I do need them both. Perhaps I will find the perfect balance between holey and Holy this weekend. My stress will fall away, my mind will be cleared, and I will find the peace of holey comfort in Holy things, even when I can't be wearing my holey clothes!
Happy, Blessed Easter to you all.
Loved this update! So simple...yet so profound!
ReplyDeleteWe have hope because of all Christ went through! Praying for you right now!!!
Isaiah 53:7-10: He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth: he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he openeth not his mouth. He was taken from prison and from judgment: and who shall declare his generation? for he was cut off out of the land of the living: for the transgression of my people was he stricken. And he made his grave with the wicked, and with the rich in his death; because he had done no violence, neither was any deceit in his mouth. Yet it pleased the LORD to bruise him; he hath put him to grief: when thou shalt make his soul an offering for sin, he shall see his seed, he shall prolong his days, and the pleasure of the LORD shall prosper in his hand.