Behold, I am doing a new thing;
now it springs forth, do you not perceive it?
I will make a way in the wilderness
and rivers in the desert. — Isaiah 43:19

The Engelland girls on the first day of school in 2003. Anna was an afternoon kindergartner, Rachel in sixth, and Rebekah in third grade.

Back to school has put me in a contemplative mood. My three daughters started classes today, with Anna now a freshman in high school, Rebekah a senior, and Rachel beginning her junior year at Texas A&M. I can vividly remember going into labor with Anna just hours after Rachel’s kindergarten graduation. Now I have less than a year until Rebekah goes to college! Just another four years of having school age kids at home.

While I was often hurried, harried, and harassed, I know I’ve been blessed to be a part of this circus called parenthood. I won’t mind too much braving the crowds tonight to buy school supplies. Once your kid is in high school, they don’t get the supply lists until the first day of class. I’m looking forward to Rebekah’s cross country meets and meeting Anna’s teachers at mini-school. I will check my calendar and work in a trip to visit Rachel sometime this fall because the college days are special, too.

A new school year is a chance for new beginnings, but we always have that opportunity as followers of Christ. As Anne of Green Gables would say, “Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.” With the kids getting older and losing my Dad this past year, I’m conscious of the passage of time and trying to be deliberate about making memories and counting blessings. Regardless of the changes we face in our lives– tough classes at school, kids growing up, losing people close to us, aging (had to buy reading glasses)–God has a wonderful future planned for believers. “‘For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the Lord, ‘plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.'” — Jer. 29:11

Sometimes changes are good and sometimes they are not ones we would choose, but God, in his grace and mercy, works all things together for the good of those who love him (Rom. 8:28). Not some of the things, or most of the things, but ALL THINGS.

Maybe when we go shopping tonight I will buy myself some new pens or a journal. I want to record ideas, goals, blessings, and God’s promises. Can you feel it? He is doing a new thing.

It’s been a long time since I posted. In fact, I wrote the title and the first several sentences of this post on April 3, then got sidetracked again. I blame three events that kept me swamped on the home front.
Event #1. Spring Break ski trip to Idaho, all five of us. When I’m planning a trip, I tend to obsess over the details. I’ll spend weeks looking at possible destinations. Warm climate or cold, high energy or relaxing, city vacation or out in the sticks. Truth be told, we don’t have too many relaxing family vacations. We tend to attack our trips like a platoon of commandos, although our girls are not always as keen on our plans as we’d like. (“Not another museum!”) Once we’ve picked a place, I’ll pore (pour?) over websites for days looking at hotels, motels, condos, cabins, yurts. Then there’s finding gear for the cold weather that we rarely see here in Texas, ski/board rental, car rental, meal plans, your top three “must see” attractions, etc. We decided on a mid-sized resort, Brundage Mountain, near McCall. We got a lot of snow.

Let it Snow...as long as we get down in one piece!

One day, we got 14 inches, most of it while we were on the mountain. None of us are good enough to be super excited by deep powder. When you fall, it’s almost impossible to get back up. That said, we had a fun time, and no one broke any bones! I call that a success. We stayed in a cabin rental from vrbo.com that was lovely. When we weren’t skiing or boarding, we watched movies, worked on puzzles, read books, and talked over meals in the cabin or out on the town. The older the kids get, the more I treasure the time we spend together.

Asst. Coach Danny Manning talks with Thomas Robinson

Event #2: March Madness, baby! Rock Chalk Jayhawk! Shawn and I had such a fun time following this year’s team right on through the championship game. We lost four of the five starters to graduation and the NBA, and at the beginning of the year, our three top freshmen were declared ineligible by the NCAA. This wasn’t the most talented team, but they were very creative in finding ways to win. Having been a fan since the early ’80s, I’ve never seen a group that came back from so many deficits. They followed that script right to the end. To borrow a phrase from my Aggie daughter, we didn’t lose to Kentucky, we just ran out of time.I spent lots of time during our run watching games, Sports Center, reading coverage, one could say I get a little too into it. Thomas Robinson, who is headed for the NBA draft, will go down as one of my all-time favorite players for overcoming the adversity of losing his mom and both his grandparents within three weeks last year. He came back this year focused and determined. It was also the end of an era with my favorite Jayhawk of all time, Danny Manning, leaving Kansas to take the head coaching job at Tulsa. He has done so much for KU basketball that I wish him and his family the best.

Event #3: Attack of the killer weeds. Before we went to Idaho, we had a lot of rain. I used this as the perfect excuse to not do yard work. When we returned from our trip, we had the biggest crop of dandelions and dallisgrass I had ever seen. Shawn and I both spent many hours for multiple days on our hands, knees, and backsides pulling hundreds of weeds. I paid the girls $10 an hour to pull weeds and paid out about $100 between Rebekah and Anna, but Shawn and I spent many more hours than that, and we weren’t getting paid. We’ve been busy every weekend weeding, spraying, mowing, tilling, planting, and mulching. We are still not done with it all. We are vowing to never let it get to that point again. Only time will tell… In the process of cleaning out my flower bed, Shawn dug up a trumpet vine root that looked like a giant anaconda.

Trumpet vine root takes over the world, or at least my garden.

 Tending my garden reminds me of how bad habits can sprout up like weeds. If you let some negative thought or action take root in you, watch out! It could go to seed and give you a huge crop of weeds. My trumpet vine is good when it provides shade on our patio, but it has gotten completely out of hand and is coming up where it doesn’t belong. If we allow something good in our lives too much free rein, it can become destructive. That can happen with relationships, food, possessions, work, hobbies, even (dare I say?) Jayhawk basketball. Good thing God has the answer: “His divine power has given us everything we need for a godly life through our knowledge of him who called us by his own glory and goodness.” – 2 Peter 1:3

I haven’t posted in a while primarily due to two factors. Surprise! My husband invited his brother and family from Kansas to spend the night at our house while on their way to San Antonio, and we were going to be in College Station visiting our Aggie girl. Fasten your seatbelts, it’s going to be a bumpy ride. If you’re a clutterbug like me, you know what it means to have to clear the decks on short notice.

The second obstacle was a case of some unidentified respiratory crud that made breathing a challenge and coughing a way of life. It slowed me down and rendered me only about 29 percent effective for a few days. As I recovered (and our visitors’ arrival approached), I was able to boost output closer to 60 percent for crisis cleaning.

The weekend before our company, Shawn was finishing up a project installing home theater speakers in the great room and, for a while, making an even bigger mess. We had to dig out six-year-old paint to touch up cabinets and get a fresh quart of the wall color to paint the cover hiding speaker wires. Out of respect for my husband, I won’t mention how many years ago he bought me the home theater system (love you, hon).

Once he finished, crisis cleaning commenced. How long had it been since I had dusted the ceiling fan? Can you tell by measuring the layer of dust? I wiped down my kitchen cabinets and scrubbed so hard in some places that the pickled finish (all the rage in 1995) was decimated. I vacuumed the wooden blinds in the great room with some success, but the same white blinds in the breakfast nook were so sticky that I had to settle for wiping off the worst of the dark splatters and leaving most of the dust intact. Was that chocolate syrup, soy sauce or barbecue sauce? When I started dusting the plastic mini-blinds in the master bath, slats started breaking like the warm, thin tortilla chips from Oscar’s. A carefully placed cafe curtain hid the damage.

I did get Rebekah and Anna to help out. Rebekah vacuumed the house while Anna cleaned her bathroom and did laundry.

My closet still hasn’t gotten much attention because I focused on the clutter everyone could see. I tackled the books and magazines overflowing the nightstand and basket by my bed and the papers piled on my desk. Shawn cleared the dining room table of cameras, photos and mementos from my dad who passed away two months ago.

The truth is it was good to get the house cleaner than it’s been in a long time. While far from perfect, we made a lot of progress in a matter of days. And the good news is I am not dreading turning over my house to a bunch of eighth grade girls this weekend for a church retreat (well, maybe a little apprehensive).

Romans 12:13 urges Christians to “practice hospitality.” All too often, I use my cluttered, dirty house as a reason to avoid hospitality, but if I want to bless others, I need to embrace those opportunities. I am thankful we could have Shawn’s brother, sister-in law and five kids stay at our home because I want to bless them, just as I want to help young women draw closer to the Lord this weekend.

God is not looking for me to be perfect. He wants me to take steps of obedience.

“Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.” – Galatians 6:9

From Sandra Felton’s The Messie’s Manual: The Procrastinator’s Guide to Good Housekeeping (my comments are in parentheses)

0 – No one cares to enter your home (call city code compliance)

1 – Fools rush in where angels fear to tread (could be eligible for an episode of Hoarders)

2- If you had to, you could find at least one clean towel (this actually happened at our house a few weeks ago – mini towel crisis) 

3 – The dishes are clean, but stay out of the upstairs bath! (Even on a good day, I’m thankful for the downstairs powder room)

4- At least once a week, everything’s spotless–for a day! (Oh, to have a spotless house, even for just a day!)

5 – You can read a book without overwhelming guilt. (Okay, I can read even with things in shambles around me. My guilt shows up when someone’s at the door)

6 – The minister’s wife can call without panicking you. (At this point, I would need the better part of a day just to get the downstairs presentable with crisis cleaning)

7 – You can hold elaborate luncheons twice a week and have everything neat by 3:30 p.m. (Wow, there are people who can do that?)

8 – You gave away the dog and made the kids understand. (I would give away the kids, they’re messier…just kidding, girls!)

9 – Your kids aren’t allowed downstairs except to eat–neatly. (We all remember visiting homes as a kid where no one was allowed in the living room, like a museum without the velvet rope)

10 – No one dares to enter your home. (plastic protectors everywhere)

Not very many of us are 0s or 10s, Sandra Felton (another Sandra!) says, and no one really wants to be a 10. Some days I’m a 2, others a 3. I’d like to be a 7–that would be awesome–but I’d settle for a 5 or 6. How about you?

As a creative, right-brained person who is often in her own little world, I found a kindred spirit in reading books on “Messies” by Sandra Felton (another Sandra!). She says that people who have trouble keeping up with clutter and housekeeping chores are often easily distracted, visually tune out from their surroundings (lolling about in la-la land like me because we’re daydreaming), and have disorganized thinking (did it take you a long time to learn left and right? me, too).

We are all born with tendencies and raised in situations that can aggravate negative habits, but I believe that God wants to help us be over-comers so we can bless others and so we can have what Youth Pastor Brandon Smeltzer calls Grace Stories.  I can’t do this on my own, but “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” – Php. 4:13

Northwood Church in Keller, Texas, my home congregation, has a month-long series called “Losing It” that features contestants from The Biggest Loser telling how their physical transformation was a factor in their spiritual transformation. Teams of members and staff, including our Executive Pastor Bob Roberts, are competing to see who can lose the most pounds.

Northwood Church Losing It team, photo by Betty Alford

I don’t have a weight problem, never have. Unless you consider the names I was called in grade school: “Pick up Sticks,” “Bones,” “Spider.” I was what most kids would consider “too skinny” when I was little. As an adult, I’ve heard the phrase: “There’s no such thing as being too skinny (or too rich).” I’m not overly skinny anymore, but I have been blessed with a metabolism that allows me to eat most of what I want without a problem. I know, about 70 percent of you are hating me right now…

While I don’t need to lose body weight, I do need to lose another kind of weight. I realized that “Losing It” would be a great time for me to focus on losing the stuff that weighs me down, I mean literally.

Hello, my name is Sandra and I am a clutterbug. Not just a little bit here or there, but messes and clutter are all around me. My closets, my drawers, my tables and floors are all stuffed with too much stuff. Instead of losing weight off my body, I plan to spend the next four weeks losing the weight of too many possessions and to try to train myself into better habits of dealing with my home.

my messy closet, Feb. 8, 2012

In the interest of being real, at right you will see a picture of my closet. It’s kind of embarrassing, but that’s part of the point. Knowing that others will see my mess and my commitment to deal with it will provide motivation and accountability. I’ll end today with this verse:

“No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it. ” – Hebrews 12:11