by Sharon O | Oct 7, 2010 | Uncategorized
Continuing on our topic of simplicity from the Selah conference.
The speaker said, “Ladies a seed has to die so it can grow.” Your collectible self must die down and allow something else to mature. Meaning our need for order and space must be the final end result from the purging and cleaning process. She said, “It is a process that cannot have shortcuts. In order for you to have a de-cluttered home and space that is free the desire for more stuff has to die and be put in its rightful place.” (this is not a direct quote I often say things need to be put in their rightful place)
All this has led me to think about and question whether there is a real meaning behind my different collections. This tea dessert set was given to me by my grandmother. She had a set of six royal doulton Old Country Rose dessert plates and she asked me if I wanted them. Of course our house is decorated in a rose theme and these were beautiful and they were hers and when she asked me I said YES. This particular set is not made any more. When it was time for us to purchase china which was a wish of mine for holidays we stayed in the same theme of these dishes instead of having a hodge podge collection. The final count in the china hutch is a set of 16 thinking that each ‘child’ would get a service of 8 if something were to happen to me or us. If you know anything about this collection it is not cheap. Most were purchased on sale… some were not. There are creamers, gravy boats, platters and even salt and pepper shakers for the table has to be complete when set for the holidays. This is my first example of an emotional collection I could come up with as I process this topic of collecting. The speaker asked us to search out the reasons why we collect the ‘stuff’ and explore the emotional attachments to them. The emotional attachment is: grandma gave them to me. I have very few keepsakes from her so this is an important keepsake ‘collection’ to hold onto. When I told grandma what we did after we purchased more to match the set she gave us she became very angry saying, “If I knew you were going to spend that much money on a plate I would never have given them to you.” The question after she blasted me with the words was ‘why would it matter to her?’ I chose to purchase more.
It was not about grandma’s gift it was about me.
The speaker said, “Ladies your soul growth begins when you actively embrace yourself. Who you are and who you want to become.” She said, “Real control is knowing who is at the center. When we let God intercede and bring order into our lives everything will fall into place.”
The key is to know why you collect and what is behind the collections. She said, “It is a prayer of healing, life change, reorder, surrender, obedience and love.” I will continue to press forward in the topic of collections for a short season and as I do is it ok to ask for prayer in this process?
This may become more emotional than originally intended.
by Sharon O | Oct 5, 2010 | Uncategorized
Continuing on the last writing about the Selah conference I attended two weekends ago.
The one about Simplicity and discovering that less is really more.
One of the things the speaker talked about was how one has to change their thinking before one can change behavior.
When it comes to collectibles and things to go through she said, ‘It is not about stuff’.
It is deeper.
She said ‘de-cluttering’ needs to be a lifestyle not an activity for the day or week.
It is something you continually work on, it is not something you tell yourself,
‘I will arrive someday’.
I certainly have said many times, “when I get this closet cleaned out, or this messy spare room clean…. then peace will take place” or my sense of accomplishment will be finished or…whatever I might add to the ‘final goal’.
She said, “Ladies if you think you will arrive you will be disappointed.” She said, “It is a new habit of order not disorder. It is growth in the process of action. It is not blame or bad self talk it is investing in yourself… your peaceful place and your calm home.”
She said, “In order for you to de-clog the clog you have to be a student of yourself.”
Learning how or why you keep and not throw away or give away is critical to this process. She said, “The patterns of your life are the issue not necessarily the stuff.” She said, “Ladies you can put behind you what doesn’t deserve you.” Whether that be a pile of books you have wanted to read, or that sewing that never gets done or that clutter than never gets removed.
It is the process of reprogramming faulty thinking.
She said, “The process of taking back spaces and changing a room, is about order. It is about taking back your life.”
She said, “Let your environment serve you not enslave you.”
The first thing is to make room for what matters.
Then the rest needs to leave. Purge. Clean and remove. Give it away and remove it before you change your mind. In the process of removing and cleaning pay attention to the triggers surrounding the process. The triggers are very important as they teach us what is really behind the collecting.
My counselor said it is about attachment.
The speaker said there are three programs of life management we all work from:
i am what i have
i am what i do
i am what others say about me
Can I ask you today which question fits for you?
Let us encourage each other in this new process of simplifying our lives as we press forward to a new direction of freedom.
by Sharon O | Oct 2, 2010 | Uncategorized
Last Saturday I went to a ladies gathering.
It was called Selah.
Looking up the meaning on dictionary.com and it says: an expression occurring frequently in the Psalms, thought to be liturgical or musical direction, probably a direction by the leader to raise the voice or perhaps an indication of a pause, “to pause, raise, lift”
The first speaker of day said we are to live intentionally and move from an overwhelmed order to a transformed order deep inside ourselves. Like pushing a reset button to align yourself to God’s order. She said it is a revival of the heart.
She said ‘disorganization is more than piles, it is an internal ‘dis-order’ that manifests itself into ‘piles’ to work on. She said ‘disorder imprisons us/order frees us.
Becoming ordered is about releasing, the disconnect.
So in hearing all that I was thinking about myself. What disconnect am I not aware of that makes my ‘messy’ places so messy. Oh I gather myself at times and deep clean and purge and accomplish a ‘place of order’ only to have it reclaim itself months later.
SELAH… to raise my voice to God and pause.
Does that sound like a prayer?
The speaker said the preparation principle is this: “Sometimes before you advance you have to be still and let him work in you so you can begin to live by his purpose and priorities.”
Be Still and know that HE is God…that would be the pause part of the work.
She said, “‘Ladies it is not about blame or bad self talk it is about investing in yourself to have peace and calm in your home.”
So for my faithful readers I will show you what I am working on.
The first picture is my desk. It is messy. That is how I focus and think. I have piles of notes, papers, assorted books and other must haves in order for me to write. Now before you think wow she is really a messy person I want to show you the other side of the room that is not so messy. I am able to have order in my own strange way the next picture is across the room. This is where my 369 early readers are stored. Yes I did say that many. They are all cataloged in the computer by name and date issued. They are early readers in the Dick and Jane style from 1920’s to 1970’s with most of them in the category of the 1950-1960’s era. I love the pictures and stories. This part of the room is organized and nice.
The other part of the room is not so nice. My goal for the new year… (yes it is only October) is to get re organized again so that this won’t happen any more in my pretty den. I will need prayer.
Can you tell I dislike paper work? The bills get paid and I throw them on a pile. Looking forward to the day when I can toss them all into the fireplace and burn them. Only to have the new year start again.
I would welcome suggestions if anyone has any.
I do get overwhelmed with the ‘stuff’ it is not a part of my organization skill. Part of this blog is learning to become vulnerable and sharing what the Lord is doing in this quiet little world of mine. This is a side of my ‘messy disorganized world’. I hope you still like me… :o)
by Sharon O | Sep 29, 2010 | Uncategorized
When I think of belonging…
I think of a decision that had to have taken place in order to belong to someone or something.
Such as when one chooses to get married to the ‘one’ special person or one chooses to have a baby. It is a decision that says you belong to me and I care.
Dictionary.com says belonging means a secure relationship.
When we belong to something we are giving ourselves to that commitment whether it is a family or a group. I read in a study book one time: Belonging will cost us something. We can be a private person wanting to belong but never letting anyone in to see what’s really happening inside or we can be a public person sharing with others our real selves. Being public empowers us to move beyond just showing up (in the relationship or group) it frees us to participate in the act of sharing our hearts our hurts our pains or our dreams. It is a willingness to divulge the most personal issues bringing intimacy and transparency into the relationship or group. There is a cost for us to belong. It is a sacrifice and takes effort to make it important.
When one belongs they are always mindful of ways to be together and enjoy life together within a safe secure relationship.
In a marriage situation it is having the freedom to say, ‘today I feel sad … or scared… or bored’ and knowing it is safe to say that.
In a secure relationship there is no threat.
Understanding and trust takes place when the ‘transparency of our heart can heard.’
It builds the relationship into a secure one.
Do you have good friends whom you ‘belong’ to in relationship?
We connect when we allow ourselves to be vulnerable.
We connect when we allow ourselves to be real.
We connect when someone says to us, “how are you today?”
and we feel we can say how we are back to them honestly.
We connect when we choose to be in relationship with someone.
It should not be a light hearted decision.
When we have the desire to commit to the relationship or group we can connect on a deeper level and on a prayerful level. God does not want us to stay on the surface.
He is always digging deeper into our hearts condition and pressing in on us to become more intimate and open.
I have learned through this last year that feeling secure is important to one’s journey.
When my husband’s mother was in her dying process often times I would walk into the room and I would have tears in my eyes. In that room it was safe to feel what I felt in the moment which was so unlike the way it was for me growing up.
To cry was never something I could do or feel.
It was hidden under covers in the night so it would not be heard.
For the lesson was told “if you are going to cry I will give you something to cry about.”
So the logical choice would be to hide.
I do not hide anymore.
This last year has brought many different hurtful things in my life and if the tears could not come then sickness would.
For the body must let go in some way.
Choosing to belong is saying: I believe in you, I will walk with you, I will support you and you are safe. When a relationship hurts us we often go running to the one’s who didn’t hurt us for they are safety and security and validation for that particular time in our lives.
Isn’t it awesome that we always have a secure place with our Lord?
If we were to look really hard we would see Him reaching out waiting for us to run into his safe loving arms as a father would wait for his children.
We will always belong to him if we have chosen to follow him.
Lord help us to feel secure as we rest in the knowing we belong to you.
by Sharon O | Sep 28, 2010 | Uncategorized
Sharon and I were followers of the same blog when she came over to visit mine. She is such a blessing, with a beautiful heart full of love and encouragement.
Last week, I asked folks if they know their own story, the one that God had written for them. Sharon responded by sending me a part of her story.
It is my pleasure to share my friend Sharon with you today.
This is from Mary Kathryn Tyson’s blog posted yesterday.
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a simple prayer
Before I became a Christian, my view of God was full of skepticism and unbelief. He was like a Santa who gave things to people when they asked. He was very far away and not an all-knowing GOD.
Jesus was a man in a story book.
I was not raised in a Christian home, yet I do remember walking to a small church as a little girl to Sunday school. As I listened to the stories of the Bible on flannel graph boards, God and Jesus were unreachable to me. They were characters in a hard-backed book. I couldn’t touch them or feel them. They were songs sung to the music of an un-tuned piano. Jesus loves the little children… only I was not one of them.
The way God reached out to me is a wonderful and powerful reminder that He does indeed listen to the prayers, of those who do not know Him.
He listens to the heart cries and He is moved with compassion.
In my freshman year of high school, I began to search for the meaning of life. We had moved again to a new rental home and another new school, probably my 20th by now. It was at the bus stop while waiting for the bus where I would engage in conversation with a girl standing there with me. She was an honor student who lived with her parents in a normal stable family. I was very different. I would wear the Diana Ross highly-ratted hairstyle, fake eyelashes (yes, I did say that) and white eye shadow. It was the late 60′s and the look was between Diana Ross and Cher.
Every day this girl would ask me questions. Pursuing me. Forcing me to ‘think’ about God and church and life. Every day I argued with her. It was constant. My life experience had been much different than hers. My concept of ‘love’ was not something she could understand. We were two friends speaking different languages. She talked often and gave me lots of questions.
As our friendship grew, I began to listen to her. I decided to test her ‘GOD’.
My sister Mary had been gone for many months on the street, living life as a drug addict and runaway. I missed her greatly and wanted desperately to see her. We didn’t know if she dead or alive and it was a heart ache I couldn’t take care of on my own. I remembered this girl told me ‘GOD hears all prayers’. I didn’t believe it but what could I lose by trying?
One night as I was going to bed, not knowing how to pray or what to pray or how it all all works for Him to hear you, I prayed a simple prayer. A bold one. A searching from the heart prayer. I said, “God I would believe, I think I can believe you, if you can find my sister. The girl tells me you know everything, you see everything. So you should know how to find her. I want her home. If you are God. If you know everything then you can bring her home tonight. When I wake up in the morning I want her sleeping in her own bed. If you can do that, then I will believe”. I went to bed and fell into a deep sleep. Unusual for me at that stage of life.
You can imagine my surprise when I woke up the next morning, and saw her across the room sleeping in her own bed. The police had found her in the middle of the night and contacted our mother. She had been beaten badly but she was home, sleeping in her bed, in our room. It was an unbelievable moment and a miraculous reunion of sisters. A cry from a young person’s heart to a God who hears. We were always hopeful she was alive, but never knowing it was crushing to my heart. Mary didn’t stay at home very long. She left soon after the first night, but my prayer was answered.
Now I had to deal with ‘the girl at the bus stop’. I made the phone call telling her what happened. She told me about God, church and her youth group. The girl at the bus stop is now my sister-in-law. We married brothers.
I believe God knew the only way I would trust, was for Him to show me an answer to a simple prayer. From a simple heart. HE can do the unimaginable. I trust Him. The journey continues.
The years after God came into my life were not easy. But because of the strength HE gave I was able to trust Him through the process. He was hope when I felt hopeless. He was my peace when it wasn’t peaceful. He was love on a Cross saying to me, “I care deeply for you”. His ways are mysterious and wonderful and I am always in awe of His love. I have never regretted that first life-changing prayer.
I hope this finds you encouraged. Our God is a God who hears the simple prayers of faith. It doesn’t have to be fancy or elaborate. It just has to be from the heart.
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My name is Sharon. I am 55 years old and have been married almost 37 years now. God has blessed me with two wonderful children and now six delightful grandchildren. Life has been a journey of ups and downs but with God, all things are possible if we trust Him.
by Sharon O | Sep 27, 2010 | Uncategorized
Today I am guest posting at beauty for ashes site.
Mary Kathryn Tyson asked her readers to share their testimony story so I did.
She asked me if she could post it on her website blog.
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