Housekeeping the Soul

Every two weeks I have house cleaners come to our home. I began this about seven years ago and I would rather give up any other luxury than stop this one.

Why?

Because there is something cathartic and amazing about having a house that is ordered and clean – even if it’s only every two weeks! This couple is skilled at what they do – they move in with dust bins, heavy-duty vacuum cleaners, polishes and oils. Nothing is sacred or safe from their cleaning supplies. I love it. They come on a Monday and at the end of the day, I enter our home to the smell of clean. And I love the smell of clean.

Just as housekeeping uncovers dirt and dust fluffs that escape the naked eye, so does housekeeping the soul uncover those things that are otherwise covered with open piety. Behind the closet of my soul is an old grudge against someone from my past, a recent bitterness toward an event in my now, a deep wound that doesn’t seem to heal.

If dreams are housekeepers of the mind, perhaps tears are housekeepers of the soul, for tears are part of this housekeeping process.

Initially they flow out of self-absorption or self-pity, but as they flow a change occurs – the self-pity replaced by confession and cleansing.

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A confession much like the Psalmist’s words in Psalm 51.

Have mercy on me, O God,
according to your unfailing love;
according to your great compassion
blot out my transgressions.
Wash away all my iniquity
and cleanse me from my sin.

As the tears flow in sorrow confessing sin, the housekeeping continues and they move on to be tears of glad gratitude that shout “Let me hear joy and gladness! Let the bones that you have broken, rejoice”.

The housekeeping cleanses and comforts the soul and I move forward knowing that the “sacrifice of a broken spirit and a contrite heart” will not be despised.

Blogger’s Note – As I’ve been ‘housekeeping’ my soul, I realize I need to take a short break from blogging. To this end, I’ll be reposting a few pieces from two years ago in the next week. Thanks so much for reading and I look forward to being back after this ‘housekeeping the soul’ break!

Boxes

There are so many things I want to do.

I want to go back to school and get my masters in Spiritual formation. I want a certificate in Spiritual Direction. I’d love to do that. I think I have a couple of books in me that need writing. I want to get those out. There are several trips I want to make. I want to return to India. I want to visit my Pakistan.

Recently I had to make a painful decision not to take a speaking engagement in the UAE. A friend and I were invited to speak on the book we wrote together, a book on expectations and burnout. Sue was able to attend and urged me to join her. We’ve spoken separately on the topic. We’ve spoken together on the topic. We love it when it works out for us to take these opportunities together. It made complete sense that I would go.

But it also made complete sense that I would not go.

Looking at my calendar this spring I realized I have a couple of other speaking engagements on the books. My husband Lowell also has a couple of trips planned. We have a long-term house guest staying with us. We have three children at home with their own things on the family calendar: choir concerts, dramas, dance class, the dance recital, poetry recitations. Their Spring break from school falls dab center in the middle of March. Two of our three are teenagers and carry their own adolescent angst with them wherever they go. The third is trying on pre-teen drama for size!

In looking at all of that it made complete sense for me to stay home.

Making that decision I felt a panic well up on my insides. What if I’m never asked again? What if this is my last chance to travel overseas? What if I’m forever shelved? What if the pause button on Robynn is pushed in permanently?

My friend Jill, in Albuquerque, had recently read a book by Priscilla Shirer, The Resolution for Women. Tucked inside the book was a brilliant little chapter entitled, Boxes. As I shared my fears over this decision with Jill, she quietly got up and went and retrieved the book. She opened it to the page and handed it to me.

boxesShirer learned early on from a mentor the concept of Boxes. This mentor patiently explained to her that we all have these various boxes: passions, interests, roles, gifts. Balance doesn’t mean filling each box to the same level and then keeping all the boxes at that level. Balance means sorting out our priorities; shifting around our boxes. Knowing which ones we need immediate access to and keeping those at the front. The other boxes can be stowed away for another day. They’re not gone. They haven’t disappeared. But for now they’re not needed. Keeping the Christmas decorations at the front of the storage room doesn’t make sense when you need to switch out your eleven year old daughter’s winter clothes and you need into the box marked “Spring/Summer Girls size 10-12”.

I found it particularly comforting to know that the boxes that I’m not currently rummaging through haven’t disappeared. They’re not gone forever. My dreams and plans, my longings to travel, the things I want to try my hand at—those are kept for another day, another season.  Robynn hasn’t been shelved…just some of my boxes are pushed to the back for now. I suppose thinking it through in a spirit of prayer and dependence on the Giver of these gifts and dreams is the only way I’ll ever determine which boxes to leave out and which ones to put away.

The biggest box I have out today is one marked, “Kids!” Each of them are exceptional, energetic, creative, and passionate. It’s a box that brings me a great deal of joy, some anxiety, some frustration, and a lot of love. I also have a writing box I’ve just opened. That’s an exciting prospect. There’s a large box marked “volunteer” that keeps me busy at church and at our children’s schools.  There are other boxes open just now too, some smaller ones, some awkwardly shaped.

The rest of the boxes I’ll put away. My travel box (honestly, one of my favourites!), the opportunity box, Spiritual Direction box, speaking box those are all stacked neatly toward the back for now. Out of sight, but certainly not, out of mind.

Balance is not when the boxes are equally filled but when we are free to fill only those that are important for now, without feeling guilt over the ones that we’ve left for another time and place. This is balance. Remember it.” –Priscilla Shirer’s wise friend’s words to her.