For the Recycle Bin

by Mollianne on September 3, 2014


A handful of things to toss into the blue bin.

Coke cans.

Empty medicine bottles.

A few pieces of cardboard.

Nothing sexy to toss out. No big revelation in my trash. Just an ordinary day with ordinary things to recycle.

Some days are like that.

In my world, today held:

That thing where you run the washer again because the clothes in it {from the weekend} have spoiled and smell bad. You do that, too, right?

Special time with my parents who have moved to town. I saw them on my way to work and we went to lunch together.

A mundane task.

A feeling of being a bit overwhelmed at work, because I have been out a lot lately for this or that reason.

Waiting for a call from the doctor’s office about a treatment I’m supposed to take.

Spending a few moments with a friend who is living with fresh grief and finding his way around in it.

Several calls from the Rocket Man, just to check base and see how my day was going.

All in all, it was a pretty ordinary day. I think the good outweighed the bad.

But some of the bad, the worrisome and niggling things like the doctor’s call that didn’t come, that weighed pretty heavily on my heart. And the news of a dear friend who received the worst sort of diagnosis. And the news of world events.

The bad seems pretty big and out of control these days.

What to do?

With my recycles, I’m looking to see what can be done with plastics and some metal packaging to create something new.  Doing my part of conserve and repurpose.

What about the other?

Well…maybe I’ll hear from the doctor regarding treatment tomorrow. And I will trust the Great Physician, knowing He holds me in His hands and I am not alone.

The clothes in the washer should be ready for the dryer when I get home. I’m determined not to wash them again before they are worn.

For the friend I spent time with, I’m thankful my feet were on God’s path.

For the dear soul with bad news, I will keep up with him and pray for and with him.

For the overwhelming feelings, I will simply put one foot in front of the other till it all gets done. Or overcome by events.

For the time spent with Mother and my Sweet Daddy, I am beyond grateful for this season in our lives. For the time we have to spend together. For the special bond we share and the blessing they have been to me. And my prayer is that I will be a blessing to them.

For al the good things of today, I offer thanks with an earnestly grateful heart.

For the mundane, I ask God to take the work of my hands and use it to His glory.

For the heartbreak and broken pieces of the day and the world, I am doing the best I know to do.

Praying for wisdom.
Trusting in grace.
Standing firm in my faith.

Recycle the used up parts of my life, Dear Lord, and repurpose me for service in  Your Kingdom.




A Study in Grace

by Mollianne on August 25, 2014

Not too long ago I cleaned out {with his permission}the Rocket Man’s t-shirt drawer.

More than a few made their way to a black garbage bag and on to the Goodwill.

Shirts that were frayed, stained and well-worn, shirts sporting college logos {Go Dawgs!}, Red Cross Blood Drive slogans {he’s a devoted donor}, automotive references {he’s a garage kind of guy}, as well as various and sundry odd pieces for volunteer activities and rock bands. Seems like I put a blue million shirts in that bag, and the drawer is still chock full of shirts.

As I unfolded the shirts I checked for holes, spots and stains {and I’ll have to admit, shirts I just don’t like}, I was reminded again of one of his qualities.

He uses a thing until it has lost its utility.

He is one who will fix a thing and continue to use it rather than simply trash it for something newer, shinier or more high-tech. Case in point: his lawnmower. He bought a 2-stroke Lawn Boy when he moved into this house 26 years ago.  The lawn has been mowed just about  every week of the summer for those years.

Until he absolutely had to replace it last summer, the old Lawn Boy was repaired several times.

I helped him more than once as he took apart and fixed it himself. He took it to a lawnmower repair shop and paid someone else to fix it.  I offered, once, to purchase a new one for him for Father’s Day.  He declined.  He said, “Mollianne, this mower works just fine.  No need to get another one.”

It was a sad and sorry day for him when he had to cry ‘Uncle’ and put his beloved Lawn Boy out to the street. I can promise you he got every last revolution of the blade that machine had to give.

Not many folks are willing to take the time to fix something that is broken. Especially when they have the means to purchase a new, snazzy replacement.  But my Rocket Man? That is just the type of man he is.  His character runs deep and he enjoys giving new life to things that others might toss out.

Those shirts, those well-worn shirts, reminded me that there are things worth fixing and holding onto.  Even when I’m trying to learn to let go of some things, I must remember there are things I need to hold onto. To fix and repair and reuse. Some things I carry in my heart are worth repair and re-evaluation.

Relationships.  Memories. Attitudes.  Circumstances.

How easily have I tossed aside a relationship that is torn, rather than try to mend it?  Hateful memories…to the trash before I’ve learned from them!  Bad attitudes tossed out for all to see.  Circumstances wallowed in as opposed to facing them and attempting to give them new life.

As I lovingly placed these shirts that he has worn and absolutely worn-out in the bag, I whispered a prayer of praise and thanksgiving for the man who teaches me the value of having less disposable tendencies.

A man who lives out his faith daily for the world to see.

Who sees redemption in things in which others find of little or no value.

He is the same with people.

When others would throw judgment at someone who has made a mistake, his answer has been, “We don’t throw people away because they’ve made a mistake.”

That, my friends, is a study in Grace.

God’s grace. The kind that says even though she is broken, I’m not giving up on her. I’m not tossing her out. I’m going to give her new life. I’m going to make her new.

So, I’m thanking God for this man He placed in my life. My man. And his wont to save things and fix them. {even when I might want to throw things out and am lured by the  new and shiny.}

And I’m asking God asking for the wisdom to know when to hold onto something and when to let it go.



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