I woke up with memory issues. Memories bombarding my every thought. Oh what to do on days like this?
First step: pray. Second step: coffee with bible. Third step: My morning motherly duties. Fourth step: Call my mother. Final step: Clean while listening to Barbara Streisand’s Greatest Hits. That’s right. I said clean. I have been in an extreme cleaning mood lately. Almost like “nesting.” Getting ready for a new phase on life.
The choice of music might also be surprising. It jolted me for a moment too. My memory, mostly. On almost any given morning when I was in elementary school, I could hear one of my mother’s large selection of vinyl records playing. Usually, it was Barbara Streisand or Neil Diamond.
A sign of maturity I guess. A better choice of word than “Old Age”. I like it. I welcome it. I read about maturity in James 1:4 this morning.
Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. (NIV)
During the process of cleaning, I decided to touch up paint nicks on our walls. As I was covering up specs: some large, some small; I thought about how similar the last few weeks of my life had been to touching up the blemishes on wall.
With just a small amount of effort the blemishes were covered up; never to be seen again. Only a memory. How did it get there? Who made it? Was I too busy growling about the the spec on the wall to notice the excitement that caused it?
I needed today. A day for touch ups. A day to touch up some memories that is.