Friends and family chuckle when they discover that my spice cupboard is alphabetized. Some are amused because it lines up with what they already know about my personality, others because the idea seems ludicrous to them. Nevertheless, for me, the minutes of hunting I save by consistently replacing the marjoram or the dill seed in their appointed spot is worth the tiny effort (and my friends’ eye-rolling amusement), and it serves as a metaphor for the interior order that my soul craves.
With pinging phones, kids’ schedules, and all the routines and requirements of the average day, it’s easy to feel like the guy from Mark 5 who greeted Jesus and his disciples when their boat bumped onto the eastern shore of the Sea of Galilee. Driven by a “Legion” of voices, the man lived wild, but he was not free, and neither am I if there is no margin in my life for untangling the snarl of voices driving me from dawn to dark. There’s the voice of the Critic who spots the dust on the piano; the Whiner who notes that it’s been ages since I took a break (“Poor me!”); and the Bully who tells me to get busy and try harder if I ever expect to amount to anything in this life.
The internal chaos is deafening and confusing, but sorting through conflicting priorities does not require a daily exorcism. If you’re wondering what it does require, I’m sharing a few thoughts on interior order over at Lisa Murray’s place today. Her online presence is a place where individuals are encouraged to discover spiritual, emotional, and relational peace, and it’s an honor to add my voice to her choir of wisdom. Thanks for joining me there.
Inviting you to listen to your life,
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