It's Time to Get the Ball Rolling

You ever know you're supposed to do something....go somewhere....become something...and yet you wonder how?  For the last oh year or so....the Lord has been impressing on my heart to write. Write every day....things on your heart, melodies that come to my mind, 15 minutes a day. Doesn't sound too hard, and yet I have to admit days, weeks and months have gone by and I keep putting it off. Why? I don't know. Is it the busyness of life that is holding me back or just a lack of discipline, simply just going through the motions? All of the above if I'm being honest.

But tonight, I'm starting. Before clicking on the TV or aimlessly scrolling through social media, I'm just going to take time to write and see where this direction takes me.

My outlook on life has changed....what seems important or worth investing in has really been challenged after the passing of my mother in 2011. Life has never been the same. I miss her dearly...more than I ever thought I could or would. Sure the tears are less frequent, but the heartache is always there. That in itself is a project because one of my goals is to write a book on grief...got about a chapter done. I often think about the fact that even in final weeks, she always said "Don't be sad", and those words ring true in my heart. She is no longer in pain, suffering, she is in the arms of Jesus and would not want me to waste a moment feeling sad.

I think about the times we had together. The special traits that we used to call "Joanne traits" that made my mother unique.

Examples:
Campbell soup label master...my mother LOVED to organize her soups alphabetically in her cupboard and when she got the job of collecting labels for school she was in her glory, precisely cutting each label, sorting into piles, before counting and packaging. My mother did everything 150%.

She ALWAYS walked fast. In fact just the other night I was taking a late night walk with my husband and noticed his unusually fast pace. I asked him "What gives?"  His reply"Energy drink". My mother needed no energy drink.....EVER!

Lint picker upper, the woman could spot a piece of lint from a mile away. She was always picking up lint off the carpet and putting it in her pocket so she could take it outside to the trash. (Trash was not allowed in the trash cans)

Money organizer, ah yes, bills were placed in numeric order and alphabetical if the same face...coins as well...not kidding. (OH MOM!)

And she definitely could have won the award for World's Best Laundry Folder (and SHE loved it....boy I miss having her stop by just to fold for me).

Calendar master...yes her life detail, an extensive birthday and anniversary list of everyone she met. Yes, everything was on the calendar; you could see what she ate for most of her life just by reading her calendar, no joke.

Quirky? Perhaps, but these are just a few that make me smile that remind me of how my mother was unique and amazing.

Since her passing, there is such an awareness of heaven, and the scripture that comes to mind is "Teach me to number my days" found in Psalm 90:12. We don't take much time to think about heaven. In fact, most of our days are taken up with thoughts about our life on earth...jobs, money, cars, houses, kids, family, church, vacation, clothing, food....the list goes on and on. But there's got to be more...something worth living for that is SO
much bigger than these material things.

And that folks is why I'm writing because I feel like I am unlocking the reason behind why I am here for this day, this time, this hour. Journey with me as I discover and explore why There Are No Ordinary Days.