I'm sure, if in that twenty-something stage of your life you lived with a few roommates, you too found that in your house there was always an abundance of measuring cups. Different sizes, styles, shapes; thinking about it, I guess they're always displayed as a last minute grab in the kitchen section, they seem extremely cheap compared to the new bookshelf or chair that you're buying for the living room, and they're not prominent enough of a kitchen utensil to bring them up when pooling resources with your other housemates. In our house, along with a significant amount of filth, dust and grease left behind by the former inhabitants of our main floor apartment, were two sets of measuring cups. And today, after days and days of scrubbing and bleaching and dusting, I finally found the humor and, dare I say it, beauty, of this process. While elbow-deep in soapy water, ridding all of our dishes of newspaper stains, I thought to myself, "this too is necessary. This time of life is necessary - the rickety house, the tight budget [the lack of money to contribute to the budget], the mis-matched dishes, the wondering and angst, the heartache and disappointment, the tears and gut-wrenching laughter while sitting on the kitchen floor, this is all necessary."
The last few months have been a hurricane of feelings and lessons and new experiences, all hitting at once. I feel like "cleaning house" is significant right now, that cleaning this little apartment is parallel with what's going on in my heart, dusting corners and cupboards, and I hope that means that at the end of it I'll get to sit in a clean livingroom, feet on the coffee table, and feel good about the hard work from the day.
"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.
What does the worker gain from his toil? I have seen the burden God has laid on men. He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end. I know that there is nothing better for men than to be happy and do good while they live. That everyone may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all his toil—this is the gift of God. I know that everything God does will endure forever; nothing can be added to it and nothing taken from it. God does it so that men will revere him."
May you all find yourselves at peace that you are right where you should be, and that time does not stand still.