What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God. We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work as sacred and well-pleasing to God, not on account of the position and work, but on account of the word and faith from which the obedience and the work flow. ~ Martin Luther

Monday, June 28, 2010

Multitude Monday

For the past few weeks, I have truly felt buried in my to-do list. So many things to do~happy, fun things and some not-so-fun but still worthwhile things. There have been places to go, people to see, projects to make, rooms to clean, and all manner of chores for this Mama.

As usual.

The problem was~I felt incapable of doing it all (or any of it). My days would pass just as busily as ever, but miraculously, by the end of the day-not a thing could get crossed off my mental to-do list.

I had been BUSY all day long but couldn't quite figure out what I had actually "accomplished".

The result was that I felt exceedingly busy but I didn't know what I was exceedingly busy WITH-all I saw was the masses of "undones", which in turn got me feeling more and more exhausted.

A few weeks ago, when I hurt my back, I had been in the middle of preparing for a yardsale. I wasn't able to do it then and so the boxes stayed pushed up against the walls of our rooms--no way I was going to trudge them back to the attic just to bring them down again in a week or so! Each weekend since has been B.U.S.Y so I still haven't had my yard sale.

And the boxes, they sit still.

And stare me down. I like things tidy and welcoming, and comfortable so for ME, there is nothing so depressing as rooms of cardboard reminders of work that needs to be done. I HATE being stared down by to-do lists. I HATE waking up to boxes that just scream work and going to bed with that being my last sight. I hate feeling...claustrophobic in my own refuge.

It was those yard sale boxes that started it all~my hopeless feeling of clutter. They got me down, so I decided as a remedy-I would organize all the school supplies since the school year is official over. I would also organize the bookshelves since they were so full, books couldn't be returned to them and were instead being thrown on the floor.

BIG mistake.

Tackling two huge jobs on two levels of the house in addition to the already insurmountable yard sale clutter was just enough to do me in. Besides cleaning the toilets occasionally, I stopped cleaning the bathrooms. Besides the sweeping of barefeet, I stopped sweeping the floors. Besides the occasional book plopping on a coffee-table, furniture stopped getting dusted.

I was just. plain. exhausted.

Well, Matt went out of town this past week and as is usually the case, when he is gone, I can't sleep a wink. Instead, somewhere deep inside me, motivation began to stir and my usually energetic self came back from vacation. And it has been NICE. Still lots to do, still there are yard sale boxes not-so-gracefully lining walls, but I am seeing bits of beauty and refuge in a home that has been void of it for quite a while.

I am ACCOMPLISHING things! And it is good.

This Multitude Monday, I am grateful for.....

~crossed off to-do lists, slow and steady

~ just beginning
He has half the deed done who has made a beginning. ::Oliver Wendell Holmes

~two bathrooms, scrubbed from top to bottom


~floorboards and moldings, no longer dusty

~area rugs, vacuumed

~a stove that is white again


~fresh sheets on the bed, smelling of June winds and lilies

~a tidy nook over the sink


~the smell of lemons and Murphy's Oil Soap

~walls, washed

~cobwebs, gone

~hardwood floors, mopped.

~that spot, under the office desk that has been covered in dust bunnies, that I stared at every.single.time I came upstairs~that isn't anymore.

~ dusted knicknacks. Dusted shelves. Dusted lamps. dusted furniture. dusted. dusted dusted.

~school shelves, organized


~ a nightstand, cleared and ready for a new batch of books

~ the top of a fridge that squeaks

~the task of purging ones self of excess books. Brutal. Necessary. Done.


~bookcases that actually fit books again

~an organized writing desk

~the bill folder, emptied

~furniture that reflects

~sinks that shine

~mirrors and windows without fingerprints

~laundry on the line and not on the floor

~flowers for the table, in Oma's pitcher


~the absence of stubbed toes on playmobil people

~ the tops of furniture-empty, except for IMPORTANT stuff


~a house that is a refuge, once more

~the feeling of confidence should unexpected visitors arrive


~ the feeling of pride and happiness, whatever room I am in.

~and most especially, the motivation and energy to finally JUST DO IT.




#446 ~ #477 blessings of fruitful work and perseverance, given by the Author of such things.

holy experience

5 comments:

...they call me mommy... said...

Oooooo...love your list! I love the glimspe into your inner sanctuary too! ;) I LOVE that picture in your dining room...just was introduce to Millet's work this weekend while reading and then via another blog...isn't that called "Angelus" or something like that?

I LOVE your home!!!

Bonnie said...

A good one, motivating, and pleasing to my nosy self that likes to see how others live and decorate and are HOME.
Off to dig out the childrens bedrooms...

Kathleen@so much to say, so little time said...

Oh, lovely! I, too, adore the dining room picture...and I wish I *ever* felt a motivation to clean...but sadly, I do not; it is one of those penitential acts, done unwillingly, feet dragging... LOL.

Leah said...

Wow, where to start on my comment?!
After you commented on my Saturday "un-dones" post, I had to come over and check out your page. It looks like you've got a bunch of "dones". Good job! I do too now. I'll have to post my "done" list, since you're not the first to ask me what I tackled. But this is the first time I've seen so many pictures of your house. It's so cute! I love your wood floor (Do your feet look just a tad puffy in that picture? I would notice because toward the end of my pregnancies, my feet look ...well, let's just say I CAN NOT put on ANY of my shoes! And it sounds like you've been on your feet A LOT))

I love a clean stove.
I love lemons in a dish on my table.
I love a runner and flowers.
That's what I mean - where to start on my comment. Oh, and stepping on playmobil? Yeah.
Check back later to see my "done" list. You've inspired me!
(By the way, the cheerio incident? Been there!)

Wendy said...

Jobs well done...You made me a little tired...go put your feet up and give your back a break, and enjoy your handiwork...cause the next wave will be hitting all too soon :)