Sometimes a book sits on a shelf
though it should be thrown away.
Sometimes a movie
or a phrase
Never miss a local story.
or an attitude
lingers in our home a little too long.
sometimes a wall remains blank
though it should be beautified.
Sometimes a gift remains ungiven
a smile, unsmiled
a lesson, untaught,
a song, unsung in our house too long.
These are the details I notice.
These are the "to do's" on my post-it notes.
This is my career. My lifestyle. My goal.
This is why I pour my life into our home:
to notice the little things -
and the big things -
that come in,
and go out.
Like a bouncer, editer, manager, auditor, sanctifier, teacher, artist,cook, composer...
I box up the trash.
Send out what is meaningless, useless, wasteful.
I refuse entry to the thieves, the noise, the junk,
And say, "no" to things that might waste our vapor.
Ah, but I also keep the treasures.
I look for flashes of true beauty and tug, pull, stretch it out - toshare it.
Gather the good - no, the best - and set it on our shelves, dinnerplates, and ear drums.
Every ounce of muscle, insight, and passion is required to Keep ourhome.
No one else has been - or will be - asked to do this job within theseprecious walls.
It is on my shoulders, in my eyes, within my spirit.
And I gladly do it.
For God himself is happy then. And we are kept happy in Him.