Dear Kitty,

Dear Kitty,

Laundry needed to be done. Dishwasher needed to be unloaded. Dusting? Yes, that too. Floor mopping? Always.

I had grabbed a scrub brush and was scrubbing hard enough to remove the wood grain from the kitchen cabinets. Ignoring the glaring (but not glistening) cleaning that needed to be done, I tackled something that required elbow grease and a chance to release some steam.

When life gets frustrating and I feel a lack of control, I tend to scrub.

My house does prove that I am not frustrated near enough. I can’t decide if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, so I just kinda go with it.

So I’m sitting there smelling like Mr. Clean with Gain (which by the way, doesn’t really cut grease as well as they say, so you are going to have to clean with attitude) trying to sort out the issues at hand and *ding* – a Facebook message pops up.

An old friend saying he would come clean out my life relationships if I would come clean his floor.

A godly man. A funny man. The banter and wisdom flew. By the end I was laughing over T-Shirt ideas, writing prompts and the thought of building benches on bridges I was planning to burn.

It’s moments like that I know God orchestrates people to sound off to help others along.

There were times in my past that no matter what I was going through, I kept my lips zipped. Then one day I started talking. It started during a bad day when a woman working at a department store asked me how I was doing and I decided to tell her. At the end of our meeting I had made a friend who was going through the same things I was and needed someone to listen.

Since then, when it’s on my heart; I let it fly out my mouth. Sometimes that hasn’t been my wisest course of action, but mostly I have discovered that all these people around us that we glance at while we are busy with our lives, want to be heard as much as we do. All the networking in the world will never substitute for one real personal interaction.

A quick message from someone I consider a friend, but don’t talk to very often, totally changed my outlook because we were both willing to show up to the meeting that God had planned. To take the moment that we see someone might need to be heard and be willing to listen.

…and frankly…isn’t being heard so much better than cleaning toilets.



Categories: diary entry July

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2 replies

  1. I’m sitting here speechless because I truly just opened my mouth at a time when I would normally keep it closed and right afterwards, clicked on this post. Hopefully a response to what I said will be better than scrubbing away my thoughts.

    • If not, I’ll send you my scrub brush. I think I just got to a point where I was tired of pretending everything was fine and nobody ever hurt me. *sigh*

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