April 03, 2006

Cocoons are not Safe Places,Dear Friends - Flylady

Cocoons are not Safe Places, Dear Friends - Guest article by Flylady

One time Kelly and I have struck a nerve when we asked you to declutter just one cookbook. Your rebellion had nothing to do with cookbooks! It is just a symptom of a much great problem. Your identity is manifested in your belongings. As a result of this, you feel that getting rid of even one book is in some way giving part of yourself away. Now hear me out. I know this is very hard for you. I have been right where you are just three short years ago. I am not as heartless as you make me out to be. I want for you, what I have Peace.

This peace came from letting go of the things that had hidden the true me. This process helped me to become MARLA, the MARLA I had never known. You see, I have always been searching for her, but she was hiding behind the books of a "Wanna Be" Lifestyle. Martha Stewart, Cooking magazines, Decorating Magazines and many other books. None of the things I wanted in my life ever happened until I got rid of my clutter. My clutter included not only these books and magazines, but numerous collections of family memorabilia that I had clung to. This STUFF was holding me back. I can hear you now. "How could this keep you from being MARLA?" This was part of your heritage. Here's How! I was stuck in my Past and wishing for the Future and was not living in the present. OH! Poor me!!! for having a tough childhood or having lived through a bad marriage. I hoped that one day, I could have a good marriage and a wonderfully, lovely organized home. Do you see how I had planted my seeds in, "What had been soil" and "What could be soil" and I was not sowing those seeds in the "HERE AND NOW SOIL" that I was living.... My clutter was my camouflage. With it surrounding me, I did not have to deal with the NOW! I could sit and feel sorry for myself or dream of a fairy tale life. This is when I began to take inventory of what thoughts I had when I looked at the things around me. If something did not bring a smile to my face, I got rid of it. If I had sad feelings when I saw an item, I gave it new home, by giving it away. A new memory of giving instead of stealing my spirit. Guess what happened? My life began to change! I got rid of all the items that were holding me in the past and only surrounded myself with things that gave me JOY and filled my heart with Love! This constant influx of Love and Joy peeled back the layers of self-doubt. I emerged from my cocoon of clutter to find my wings and now I am FLYing high. So high that even in my wildest dreams, I never thought of the blessings that I have now. What is keeping your locked in your cocoon of Clutter? Are you ready to find your wings and soar with me. Peace is the journey, not the destination. Each bit of clutter you release allows you to FLY higher. COME FLY WITH ME! I am begging you! Now I am crying and I don't know what else to say to lift you up.

FlyLady

Just a few minutes ago I was reading some of the essays I had sent out from early in 2000. We only had about 200 members. Today we will reach296,000 members. One of the stories brought tears to my eyes. I don't know where it came from but it touched my heart today and maybe it will touch yours too. After all it is renew your spirit day. Here is the story.

Jenny was a bright-eyed, pretty, five year old girl. One day when she and her mother were checking out at the grocery store, Jenny saw a plastic pearl necklace priced at $2.50. How she wanted that necklace! When she asked her mother if she would buy it for her, her mother said, well, it is a pretty necklace, but it costs an awful lot of money. I'll tell you what. I'll buy you the necklace, and when we get home we can make up a list of chores that you can do to pay for the necklace... And don't forget, that for your birthday Grandma just might give you a whole dollar bill! Okay? Jenny agreed, and her mother bought the pearl necklace for her. Jenny worked on her chores very hard every day, and sure enough Grandma gave her a brand new dollar bill for her birthday. Soon Jenny had paid off the pearls. How Jenny loved those pearls!!! She wore them everywhere.... to kindergarten, to bed, and when she went outwit her mother to run errands. The only time she didn't wear them was in the shower. Mother had told her that they would turn her neck green!

Now, Jenny had a very loving Daddy. When Jenny went to bed, he would get up from his favorite chair every night and read Jenny her favorite story. One night, when he finished the story, he said, Jenny, do you love me? Oh, yes, Daddy, you know I love you! the little girl said. Well, give me your pearls. Jenny said, Oh, Daddy, not my pearls! But you can have Rosie, my favorite doll. Remember her? You gave her to me last year for my birthday. And you can have her tea party outfit, too. Okay? Oh, no, darling, that's okay. He brushed her cheek with a kiss. Good night, little one.

A week later, her father once again asked Jenny after her story, do you love me? Oh, yes, Daddy, you know I love you! Well, then, give me your pearls. Oh, Daddy, not my pearls! But you can have Ribbons, my toy horse. Do you remember her? She's my favorite. Her hair is so soft, and you can play with it and braid it and everything. You can have Ribbons if you want her, Daddy. Oh, no, that's okay , her father said, brushing her cheek again with a kiss. God bless you, little one. Sweet dreams.

Several days later, when Jenny's father came in to read her a story. Jenny was sitting on her bed and her lip was trembling. She reached out her little hand to her father and said, Here, Daddy, and she opened her little hand and her beloved pearl necklace was inside. She let it slip into her father's hand. With one hand her father held her plastic pearls, with the other, he pulled out of his pocket a blue velvet box. Inside of the box were real, genuine, beautiful pearls. He had them all along. He was waiting for Jenny to give up the cheap stuff so that he could give her the real thing.

So is it with God. He is waiting for us to give up the cheap things in our lives so He can give us beautiful treasures. This made me stop and think about the things I hold on to and wonder what God wants to give me in its place. What are you holding on to that God wants to replace? What do you value most in your life? What is most cherished by you? Is it something that you hold in your hand? Or in your heart?

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