Our church recently sold our facility and we are now in the process of packing things up to move. We don't actually have a place to move to yet, but God is going to provide. Anyway, since I have time (no, my kids don't actually take up time (insert roll of eyes here)) I decided to go down to the church and volunteer to help clean up and get stuff ready. I approached the dreaded "Resource Room" with a bit of confidence because I knew that God wanted me there.
I have been cleaning ever since. It doesn't look like it, it actually looks like a huge disaster, but I really have been sorting and throwing things away. It will look better soon. Really.
I should have taken before and after pictures. That would have been really cool. I don't think of these things on time.
My husband took a week of vacation from his paying job to go and work at the church (one of two not paying jobs that he has) this week, and we are going through all of the kid's classrooms and getting stuff out of there and organizing it. Well, at least that was the plan. The plan actually included Tony starting in his office.
My husband is an intelligent, witty, nice...pack rat. He comes by it honestly. His dad is way worse (though he has had many more years to refine his stuff keeping habits). It is a habit that drives me absolutely crazy ( I know, it's a short trip) especially when I am the one who has to go in and throw stuff away later. Tony is going through his office by himself (and is doing great so far, by the way), and then he is going to help me out with the classrooms. Today I went through my father-in-law's classroom. I will point out that he did go through a lot of his stuff. He and the lady who teaches with him did get a lot of the "good stuff" and move it to one spot. I just had to clear out everything else...I'm leaving the "good stuff" there through this week even though the teachers were warned that they needed to have all of their things cleared out by Monday. Still, it has to go soon. I'm just a pushover I guess.
This Saturday is the Yard Sale. I get the opportunity to haul out a whole bunch of junk and try and sell it to the community. Basically anything that isn't sold gets to hit the garbage, so I'm not really picky about how much I get out of stuff.
So I'm really busy. I'd like help, but I don't know who to ask. Basically, everyone who I would ask is working during the time that I'm down there or they have kids that care more than mine if they are ignored (Q:"Mommy or Dora the Explorer?" A: "Dora!"). I'm looking forward to Friday, when my mother-in-law comes in to pack up the church library and said that if she had extra time she would help Tony and I out.
Tony will finish his office soon. Tomorrow I'm sending my kids to visit Aunt Carrie (hopefully, if she is feeling well...she's pregnant and isn't always up for stuff) so I will be a bit more free to do what needs to be done. If all goes well tomorrow, and we feel that we will be able to finish the job on Friday, Tony and I will take Thursday off to do some actual relaxing vacation stuff (sleep...).
So that's what I'm doing. Honestly, the job has been good for me. I'm not at home all the time focusing on myself and my issues. I'd probably be way more depressed right now it that were the case. That's probably one reason why God told me to go do it.
"In the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, we command you, brothers, to keep away from every brother who is idle and does not live according to the teaching you received from us. For you yourselves know how you ought to follow our example. We were not idle when we were with you, nor did we eat anyone's food without paying for it. On the contrary, we worked night and day, laboring and toiling so that we would not be a burden to any of you. We did this, not because we do not have the right to such help, but in order to make ourselves a model for you to follow. For even when we were with you, we gave you this rule: "If a man will not work, he shall not eat."
We hear that some among you are idle. They are not busy; they are busybodies. Such people we command and urge in the Lord Jesus Christ to settle down and earn the bread they eat. And as for you, brothers, never tire of doing what is right.
If anyone does not obey our instruction in this letter, take special note of him. Do not associate with him, in order that he may feel ashamed. Yet do not regard him as an enemy, but warn him as a brother."
1 Thessalonians 3:6-15
2 comments:
Yeah, my kids are not the type to by babysat by the tv. Before I even finished reading your post, Seth proceeded to open up his sippy cup and dumb all the milk onto my couch. grrrr I am sure it is part because he is 2, part because he was curious to see if he could get the lid off and part because I was on the computer. Now I have to figure out how to get it cleaned before I have the spoiled milk smell!
I totally understand. Micah and Becca would never have let me do this at the twin's age. The twins occupy each other really well. I try not to take advantage of it too often, but right now it works out pretty well. Still, they are starting to get tired of it. I don't know if they will last the rest of the week. Hopefully Carrie is feeling well enough to watch the kids today.
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