by Joanne Wiklund
Since we’re into the New Year, I’ve read my supply of magazines showing me how to start my year: Uncluttered, organized, scheduled for fitness, cooking for health and rest and peace for my mind. I admit i enjoy reading all these and occasionally I get a little more motivated to do something about one or two of the aforementioned subjects. Because according to some, we must soon be organized in a neat environment, an assortment of healthy cookbooks on the kitchen table. The one I should replace I guess is “Are You Hungry Tonight: Elvis’ Favorite Recipes.” 1995 edition. I already have peanut butter, bananas and Oatnut bread. I don’t need a recipe for that sandwich. With Miracle Whip!
What I’ve been looking for amongst the clutter is my sense of humor and my joy. I have found my joy. I am whistling again. Some hymns, some patriotic songs and “The March To The River Kwai” which comes from my dad and my childhood when I learned how to whistle. My sense of humor is intact. Well, mostly. It wasn’t too good Saturday when I spilled the entire clean contents of the filled dishwasher silverware tray off the edge of the kitchen counter. I rested before I found humor in that. Yes, most of it did hit the floor and slid. I also have one bent spoon I stepped on trying to get out of the way. One of the things I do understand is that I will always find things to laugh about here because I am here and I simply do funny stuff sometimes.
My phone and computer are my lifelines, and if I think of someone I haven’t seen in awhile, I call them and we almost always laugh before we’re done talking. Just wait. Your number may come up. I try to contain it to daytime hours. My landline is still operable and I’m in the book if you get tired of waiting!
Psalm 71:14 “But I will hope continuously, and will yet praise thee more and more.”
Psalm 72:4 “He shall judge the poor of the people, he shall save the children of the needy, and shall break in pieces the oppressor.”
I Peter “Be ready always to give an answer to every man that asketh you a reason of the hope that is in you with meekness and fear.”
