Wednesday, April 12, 2017

ORDER IN THE DISORDER

I recently read Dear Bob and Sue.  An entertaining and often hilarious story of a couple who dropped out of the Rat Race to visit all of the National Parks.  There is no need to give you a blow by blow book review, but instead I came away with one important truth--I have OC--but NOT the D.  I am NOT suffering from a disorder---in fact I am quite satisfied with the order which results from the OC!  I am obsessed with my compulsions!



BECAUSE I am slightly obsessive about things having their place and needing to be in that place--I can find what I need--OK most of the time.  The multiple moves have played havoc with my knowing what I tossed and what I kept and sometimes where I put it.  The beauty of living in a small space--there are lots fewer places to stuff things.  It becomes necessary to pear down--and stay lean and mean.  This does not reek of disorder to me--why I think it sounds quite sane.

Doesn't this make you smile---all in a row by color!

Getting up in the morning and going to bed at night are done in a certain order.  There is a time to brush your teeth, wash your face, and all the other necessary functions to get up or go down.  By doing things in an orderly fashion, it becomes second nature and I can think of the important things in life.  Having done all of this in the same routine for most of my life, even when I am in the throws of deep forgetfulness of old age---I will be able to engage automatic pilot and still get up in the morning and go to bed at night--without someone telling me how to do it.


Perhaps eating a peanut butter sandwich for lunch almost everyday of my entire life might be on the edge of a disorder.  HEY, if I am home, I do not have to think about what I am having for lunch---BESIDES---I LOVE peanut butter!  The silly doctor nipping my peanut butter addiction in the bud has caused a lot of disorder in my otherwise orderly life.  


Hero, The Wonder Dog, has his walks three times a day--first thing in the morning, after lunch, and just before bedtime.  Following this walk, he gets a treat--for performing all of his bodily functions on said walks.  He is fed after the morning walk and given his joint supplement.  Hero lives a well ordered life on a definite time schedule-all dependent upon me following the schedule.

I have managed to forego many of my obsessive compulsive behaviors with a little effort.  My hip has required rest--and I gleefully threw exercise out the window and became obsessed with sloth.  After careful consideration of my time and energies, deep cleaning the house--well in fact most cleaning of the house has become a redundant waste of time--for you see it always gets dirty again.  Planting bed upon bed of flowers in a vain effort for beauty in the midst of boiling hot Texas summers has taken far too much time and the watering is a huge problem when I am flitting around.  I have discovered metal flowers are quite nice and require NO care!  So you see, though I love order and am obsessed with doing things in the correct manner, I have no problem--as long as it is all done correctly.



I love to laugh over my obsession with rituals in life.  As funny as it all is, I do wonder why I cannot apply these same principles of order and ritual to those things of greatest importance.  Why is it my time with The Father does not take greatest importance?  Why it is any little distraction--I  allow to come between me and time with The Father.  Why am I not as obsessed with Him and my time with Him as I am about the daily rituals of little importance?  Why do I allow The World to pull me away from an obsession to know Him better, a compulsion to seek Him in all things?  I am seeking--seeking to be obsessed with Him.

And those who know your name put their trust in you, for you, O Lord,
have not forsaken those who seek you.
Psalm 9:10

8 comments:

  1. uh huh....this is why we get along so well, Lulu. {{{giggling}}}---and when I saw those peppers, my first thought was, "How pretty that looked." Thanks for the fits of giggles, I'm sure it wasn't intended to be that, lolol.

    Have a beautiful day friend.

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    1. OH, NO, Linda, I laugh at myself a LOT!! Birds of a feather, My Friend, Birds of a feather!
      Blessings!

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  2. I love order. I ordered a pizza the other day and it arrived late. That's disorder.

    The next day I went to the supermarket and bought a frozen pizza. Got home, got the table ready with plates and cutlery, and the oven hot. Opened the pizza packet and the pizza had no topping. None at all. It was not like on the photo on the packet. The photo had plenty of lovely toppings with cheese, tomato sauce, ham, pineapple and so on. The real pizza did not. None at all. No toppings. I phoned the supermarket. They told me to return the pizza for a full refund. I went to the supermarket again and showed the manager that the pizza had no toppings. Turned out I was holding the pizza upside-down. It had the toppings underneath. Now that's disorder.

    The following day I went to the take-away restaurant. You can wait for your pizza and take it away in a cardboard box. The man at the restaurant said, "Do you want the pizza cut in six or eight slices?" I replied, "Cut it in six slices. I'm not that hungry to eat eight slices." That's disorder - having eight slices of pizza when you're not hungry.

    Disorder seems to follow me from in front every day of my life.

    God bless.

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  3. Loved this blog. I was just talking to a friend yesterday about the order of my daily time with God. Even when it is early in the morning, it is amazing how many OTHER things can get in the way. My big thing is THE PHONE. I practically have to hide it from myself. Thanks for this refresher course on order.

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  4. THE PHONE-I have to leave it in another room and put it on silent---I AM WEAK!
    Blessings, My Friend!

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  5. Hi Lulu! My husband is very orderly too, much like you. He says it's from being in the Marines, but I give him fits with my less-than-orderly ways. Whatever works for you, that's what I say!
    To be obsessed with God, YES! I loved that part of your post. I want that too, so much. I often hear him knocking, and put it off because I'm in the middle of something 'important'. It usually isn't. I know he loves me totally, completely...It will probably take my lifetime to work on returning that love.
    Easter blessings,
    Ceil

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    1. AH- yes- Ceil- a lifetime of pursuing Him!
      Easter Blessings, My Friend!

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