Pushing in Chairs

It is not uncommon, in my job as a school librarian, to have a class land in the library for me to supervise. Often times, it is the last 25 minutes of the day during the class advisory if their teacher has a meeting or responsibility elsewhere during that time.

Recently, I had a group land with me, who having nothing to do, asked if they could play cards. It was fine with me, I said, as long as they put back the chairs they had pulled away from the other tables.

After about 20 minutes into their game, I realized that the end of the day bell was soon going to ring, so I reminded them, once again, to please put the chairs back.

When the bell rang and I was wiping tables, I turned to notice that they had run out the door without doing the one simple thing I had asked.

I must admit that I was more than just a tad bit annoyed. I started mumbling to myself about how I had been nice and kind to them by letting them play a game, and instead of being grateful, they couldn’t even take the time to be considerate and push the chairs back where they belonged.

As I stewed in what I felt was very justified annoyance, it dawned on me that this is exactly what I do to the Lord.

How many times do I see His kindness towards me in the day, and stop to thank him for it or respond obediently to something I know He wants me to do?

How often am I in too much of a hurry to acknowledge him or what He has done for me?

In what ways do I take advantage of His goodness, His mercy and His gifts?

When I feel dismissed, ignored or disrespected, do I ever think I may make God feel the same way?

What regretful thoughts flooded my mind as I wiped down the tables and pushed in the chairs, thinking of all the times that the Lord has been generous to me, cleaning up my messes, as I run on to the next thing.

So it seems the imperfect students reminded imperfect me that I do the same things to a perfect God . Nonetheless, his long suffering, patience and loving kindness continue to sustain me day in and day out despite my many shortcomings.

I wonder how many chairs in my life over the years, has God pushed back to the table?

I hear He doesn’t keep track of those things.

And neither should I.

The Personalities of Thanksgiving 2019

I have always been an observer of people and am convinced that each and every one has gifts in their personality that God knew the world was going to need.

More specifically, I think that each family is blessed with exactly who God knows they need to fill in the missing pieces of who He created them to be.

So of course, I love it when the holidays roll around and most of the family is all together, celebrating, giving me an opportunity to enjoy the gift of who they are.

The more people we add to the mix, the more gifts are brought to the table.

We have introverts and extroverts, artists, poets, writers, musicians and techies. We have theologians, mathematicians and teachers.

We know exactly who is going to make us laugh, who will bring the fun, who will challenge us with engaging topics of conversations and who will be the first one to offer to serve or help.

We know who will lose their phone or keys, who will find them, who will organize and who will assist, who will chill, who will stress, who will be the Martha, who will beĀ  the Mary (the secret is out that I can be one or the other, depending on the moment!)

Most of all, we know who we are the most thankful for.

Every…single..one…

Happy Thanksgiving, from our family to yours!