Next up is a note about people I care about who have lost loved ones. Why is it that I write myself a note, but too often don't send a card. Or go to the wake. Or call and say, "how are you doing?"
Sometimes I think I'm a really insensitive and selfish person. Other times, I just think I try too hard to do too much and am therefore bound to let myself down. It doesn't make much sense to send a sympathy card three months to three years after a death, does it? So I guess I can resolve to respond more quickly in the future. And I can still gently ask how the person I care about is doing. I mean, my next door neighbor's mom died within the past year and I've never said anything about it! I feel like a creep.
Okay. Can't undo the past. Live for Jesus. Look to the future. Be content in the present.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Random Thoughts
As I am trying to clear away some of the clutter in my life (both at home and at school), I realize that the whole "pack rat" thing is very deeply seated in me. Even though I know that earthly things are not really very important, I still cling to them. Why is it so hard to let go? Will it really matter (in the short run even!) if certain details, ideas, communications, photos, escape my notice? Sometimes I think, what would I truly miss if our entire house burned down? Of course, the only thing that would really truly matter would be my family getting out alive. I would miss sentimental things, not unread magazines or "to do" projects that are just gathering dust.
To help me shed some unnecessary stuff, I decided to blog about it. Even if no one else ever reads it, I know it will somehow make me feel better. This might end up being my electronic recycle bin so that I can clear some of the physical clutter out of my life!
First up: Roger Nordby. In his junior year at the U, Morgan got a scholarship from Roger Nordby. Totally out of the blue. He hadn't even applied for it! He wrote the obligatory thank you note and went on with his life. I, however, wanted to send my own mother's note of appreciation to Mr. Nordby. I had not copied Morgan's inital letter, so I didn't have the mailing address . . . or perhaps it wasn't included. I know that Morgan actually had to turn his letter in to the IT office. They probably wanted to make sure that the TY got done so the donors would keep donating. Anyhow, I figured I could find a Roger Nordby in Iowa who was a U of M grade. But as much as I googled, I couldn't track down a mailing address for this kind man who has made our lives so much better. Alas, I never actually contacted the U to help me in this endeavor. But after almost two years, I think this little note with his name can now be recycled. One less piece of clutter by my desk!
To help me shed some unnecessary stuff, I decided to blog about it. Even if no one else ever reads it, I know it will somehow make me feel better. This might end up being my electronic recycle bin so that I can clear some of the physical clutter out of my life!
First up: Roger Nordby. In his junior year at the U, Morgan got a scholarship from Roger Nordby. Totally out of the blue. He hadn't even applied for it! He wrote the obligatory thank you note and went on with his life. I, however, wanted to send my own mother's note of appreciation to Mr. Nordby. I had not copied Morgan's inital letter, so I didn't have the mailing address . . . or perhaps it wasn't included. I know that Morgan actually had to turn his letter in to the IT office. They probably wanted to make sure that the TY got done so the donors would keep donating. Anyhow, I figured I could find a Roger Nordby in Iowa who was a U of M grade. But as much as I googled, I couldn't track down a mailing address for this kind man who has made our lives so much better. Alas, I never actually contacted the U to help me in this endeavor. But after almost two years, I think this little note with his name can now be recycled. One less piece of clutter by my desk!
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