Truly, one of my most cherished possessions is the yearly calendar my daughter, Britt, designs for me each Christmas. Each month is adorned with scenes of my three grandbabies. This year, however, their pictures breathe new meaning into the pages of my weeks.
I laugh at myself, and at times even scold myself a little, for overlooking the calendar’s symbolic significance the last two years. Oh well, I guess for me, there is new truth in the old adage, “three is the magic charm”!!!
You might be wondering, where was my off course thinking the initial two years. To be honest, I cluttered each and every daily date box with the curse of worldly scheduling. In doing so, I failed to bask in what truly matters in the minutes of my day — the blessing of my family.
Thus, this year, while my calendar still reigns in place of honor in my kitchen, I refuse to masquerade it with overcrowded scheduling. For you see, it is so easy to overlook what truly matters in life as we struggle to survive our frantic chores. So, I’ve cleared off the camouflage and, straight on, keep my sight zeroed in on the prize — my family. Result is, the tank of my busy days is joy filled, not running on empty.
In place of squeezing more chaos into my routine, I have chosen to allow only the reminder of the meaningful days Britt has already imprinted on my calendar. Believe me, life overflows in love when one solely and “soul”y focuses on the reminder of birthdays (both on earth and into heaven), anniversaries and Holy Days. What more is needed to guide and guard my brightest days and stormiest nights?
Great peace and gratification surround my life, now, as I continually pass my unencumbered view of my family, who deeply fill my life and nourish my entire being. The schedule of “must do’s”, no longer ruling my wall, still gets accomplished; but no longer does it block my vision of the source that deep down programs the welfare of my beating (and sometimes, beaten up) heart and soul.
Uplifted in a Broken Down World 