ONE RANDOM SPOON

This spoon is an intruder. I have no idea where it came from – an old set of silverware? Someone else’s house? Who knows. What I do know is that it does not match our current silverware set, at all. Which we’ve had for … maybe 15 years?

And this one weirdly wrong spoon has recycled itself into the drawer over and over ever since.

Yesterday when I pulled it out of the dishwasher, I started to put it away as usual. But I stopped dead in my tracks as the thought came to me: WHY ARE YOU SAVING THAT?

Now I could say I’m saving it because it is unique, different from all the others. That’s not a bad thing, right? Or maybe because no one else wants it. What does that make me – a spoon rescuer?

The FACT is that it simply does not belong in that drawer. And it hasn’t for years and years. But I have automatically used it, washed it, and put it away for all this time.

Yesterday, I wondered why.

And it got me wondering about how many random “spoons” are present in my life, well cared for and often used. Spoons of bad habits, spoons of resentment, despair, discontent, disappointment … spoons of pride. And I just keep washing them and reusing them when in reality those spoons do not belong in the drawers of my soul.

Today I’m throwing that spoon away. It has no place in my silverware drawer. I must now choose to throw away the spoons that are taking up precious places in my soul, and let the light shine in!

Love,

Angie