“Less calories,” I promised as I served our neighbors slices of beautiful, crustless quiche the last morning of 2017.
“Good. That’s what I am about this year. I want to walk more, drink more water and spend less money,” she laughed.
More. . . and. . . less . . .
We all use the phrase more or less to mean approximately or about. How much sugar in this recipe? Oh, about a cup, more or less. How many miles did you run this morning? Maybe three, more or less. I am not using this phrase here, but the actual meanings of more which means another or a greater amount and less which is defined as not so much or in a smaller degree.
I usually do not make New Year’s Resolutions. All year I can change some action, a habit or two, a learned behavior. But I toyed with JoAnn’s words of more and less, especially as I had already been thinking I was going to clean less.
So when talking via WhatsApp with our granddaughter on Christmas Day, studying in London, I mentioned that I wasn’t going to clean as much this year. “No way, You’re the reason I clean my baseboards as often as I do.”
“Oh, no, Ahnna. Maybe you can do that just once a month,” I squealed.
“Not gonna happen, Barbara Jane. (that’s what she calls me :-)) You’ve ruined me.” She smiled, and I could hear her giggle all those miles across the waters that separated us this holiday.
But my heart had to think about those words. A long time. Surely she and my other grandchildren know I am more than a cleaning lady. (And there is nothing wrong with a cleaning lady!) Surely they have seen more profound truths displayed daily, and they know the heart of their gram.
The story of Mary and Martha (Luke 10) began to haunt me. One listening and loving the Master. One cleaning and cooking.
More importantly, this year I want to cry less and trust more. My regular blog readers know that I have not written in three months. Life has happened to cause many tears and much heart break in our precious family circle, and I have succumbed to fear and failed to trust. I desire to be transparent and vulnerable when I blog, and I just could not share our heartache. So I didn’t write.
What about you? Is there an area where you want to do more, accomplish more, add another? And a part of life where you need less of an activity or a habit? My list is growing. . .
I need to begin with less of . . .
“being anxious about anything,”
and more of this. . . “but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.” Philippians 4: 6-8
Maybe if I clean less, I will have time to sit, to listen
. . . more.