Right now, the checkbook is out of balance, and I am sitting here beside a vase of dead flowers even though there are plenty of reinforcements outside just waiting to be cut on my rosebushes. There is a book review that I promised an author who sent me a free book I'd put on Amazon...ten days ago...and I'm still sitting here in my church clothes instead of changing into what I plan to wear to the Easter cantata tonight. (Yeah, yeah, it's not technically a cantata. But it involves a choir, is at church, and is about Easter. Ergo my liberal use of the word.)
|Bad feng shui, yes?|
|A tree died in the Northwestern United States to provide me these debit card receipts.|
But actually, these are just short term issues that will likely resolve themselves over the next few days. I have some far worse offenders. Like the cross stitch sampler that I saw in a Better Homes and Garden magazine in 1987 that I thought would be darling to hang in my home each Christmas. It took me eight years to finish it. I still haven't framed it eleven years later. Frankly, I'm not entirely sure where it is right now.
Or the baby blanket that I started crocheting for the baby that was Jill in 1989. I still have it because I intend to finish it at some point in time. I'm thinking that at the rate I'm going, it will be for my great-granddaughter...or will just completely disintegrate from dry rot. I know not which.
|Seriously, an entire herd of elephants with a two year gestation period each has been born since I started this blanket.|
Some people feel guilt not because of something that they did...but because of things that they failed to do. They didn't speak up for someone who needed an advocate, they didn't make room at the lunch table for the new girl, or they didn't answer the phone when someone needed them because they didn't want to get involved. Those sins of omission, so to speak, are often as awful on the inside as the ones that reflected actual negative actions. I personally believe that the opposite of love is not hate...it is indifference. Sometimes our indifference is more powerful than we think until our eyes are opened somewhere down the road of life.
So how do you finish it? Well, that's a tough call. But you do need to eventually make a decision. Are you going to put it to rest, give it a proper burial and move on? Or are you going to keep rehashing it?
For those of us living by faith, we have to do all that we can to make things right, but we also have to ask for forgiveness. We have to learn from what has transpired and then we have to do the most difficult thing of all...accept that we are forgiven.
Today I heard the most amazing thing at church...if the Devil starts reminding you of everything you've ever done...pricking your conscience with times you've failed or reminding you of your weaknesses...remind him of his future. I've read the Book and I know how it ends. I also know that there are a lot of characters in there who have messed up royally and were given a second, third, etc. chance.
I don't know what unfinished business you have in your life...be it a project or a relationship. What I do know is that there is freedom from the weight of it by getting it handled, forgiving yourself or someone else, and letting it go.
I don't care how bad it is...or how long you've been flogging yourself over it.
As for me, I just got back from getting up to change the roses. I'd been meaning to do it all day yesterday and the better part of today, but just couldn't make myself get up, walk the thirty steps to the rose bushes, and get it done. Maybe you are staring at that mountain of laundry or the pictures in your hall that aren't hung. Oh, wait, maybe that's just me...
|You know it is bad when you can point to THIS as a huge step forward.|
|Progress was made when I got them out of a stack and put them where they are supposed to go. But I'm thinking that actually hanging them on the wall might be a novel idea.|
Enjoy your life, but remember...the most successful among us are finishers. Anyone can be a great starter...but a great finisher? Yet that is what we are called to do...to run the race set out for us. And unfortunately, sometimes that race has an obstacle course component to it.
It is my hope that I will finish that baby blanket soon. It has been with me for over twenty years now...just waiting on me to stop doing other things long enough to finish it. There's no rush, obviously, but it has held a little place in the back of my mind for a very long time...and the older I get...the more mental space I am going to need cleaned out just to be able to function. (On a side note...I do wish I could find the "erase" function for the list of prepositions in alphabetical order that Mrs. Wilson taught us in 7th grade. Why yes, I CAN still recite them. Scary!)
Oh well...I'm off to finish something that needs finishing before I load up to go to the Easter cantata tonight. I actually have some unfinished business in my friendship with Beve that will be dealt with tonight. She attended the Foo Fighters documentary with me at the local movie theater a week ago, and I'm going to watch her "Easter program" that she swears is not a cantata.
One final thought...just remember Jesus' last words on the cross were "IT IS FINISHED." I don't know about you...but that's inspiration enough for me...
P.S. The "Easter Program" was actually quite lovely. One song in particular had half of the congregation standing (I assume the half that attends Contemporary Worship...which I do sometimes so I'm not knocking it...). I just took it all in and enjoyed it. There was one song that used a foreign language (as all cantatas are required to do) and one that sounded like it was from "The Sound of Music." I half expected Julie Andrews to come twirling down the center aisle. But other than those two cantata-ish numbers...it was great. :)