the meaning of life (or at least drawers)…

My word for this year is LEARN.  

So it just makes sense to use this Year of Sundays to reflect on 52 of my most significant Life Lessons.   Some may seem more significant than others, but each one has changed how I live my life in powerful way.   I’d love to hear if and how any of these same lessons have surfaced in the classroom of Your Life.

lesson17Everything/one needs a purpose.

After last week’s lesson about the glue stick, my mission this week was to transform the junk drawers in my home.  Yep, drawerS – sad, but true.   Until Friday of this week, I had a junk drawer in my kitchen, bathroom and next to my bed.

In the process of transforming these drawers, I gave each one a purpose.

  • The one in my bathroom is now The Healing Drawer.  It holds band-aids, antibiotic ointment, cold meds, antihistamines, etc.
  • The one in my kitchen is now The Reality Drawer.  It holds those things I often need to grab quickly like twist ties, a tape measure, a flashlight, tape,  etc.
  • And the one next to my bed is The Peace Drawer.  It holds things that enhance my rest – my journal,  Kindle, special photos, a collection of poetry/prayers/letters, a small note pad & pen for those late night early morning random thoughts, etc.

None of them started out as junk drawers, but that’s what they all became because I was lazy and wasn’t paying attention to purpose.   That happens with us humans, too.  I’m not sure I can so easily name my purpose, but at least I know – at.any.given.moment – where  to find twist ties.

How’s that purpose-thing going for you?

4 thoughts on “the meaning of life (or at least drawers)…

  1. Not sure that I can name my purpose, either…but I’m figuring out something that’s a gift — and a purpose — from one of our dogs. As you know, we’re “dog rich” (richer now after this weekend but that’s another story). I’ve started taking Dingo to the local nursing home to visit residents. Dingo has been with us for the last two years, after having spent the previous three years tied to a 12-foot chain. No walks. No playing ball. No hands on him, just food thrown in a bowl and water sloshed into a dish. Three years. But I digress… So I took Dingo to the nursing home last week, and we encountered a resident with some severe issues. The man’s appearance and his health issues caught me off guard, and I’m embarrassed to say that I began losing my composure. I was really having a difficult time, and then I looked down at my dog. Dingo was looking up at this man, wagging not only his tail but his ENTIRE body. Doing that joyful doggy body wag thing. Telling this man with every fiber in his canine body that he was THRILLED to see him, that he was ready to PLAY or curl up and SNUGGLE, that this gentlemen was his favorite thing EVER, that he was beautiful and wonderful and totally and utterly normal…magnificent, even.

    Humbling and honorable lesson from our Dingo Dawg.

  2. Cannot top Pickett’s anecdote. “Go out and see the face of Christ on everyone you meet”……you nailed it! Dingo Dawg is awesome, and so are you for reading the lesson so clearly. I am humbled.

  3. Tom, you might be biased. 😉

    Pickett, what a wise and generous teacher you have in Dingo Dawg!

    AMEN, Susan!

    THANKS to all of you and all who’ve responded more privately in the discussion of this purposeFULL lesson.

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