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When my sister and I failed to return something to its rightful location, my mother would scold us, saying, “As I learned when I worked at Du Pont, ‘there’s a place for everything, and everything in its place.’”
I thought about these childhood experiences when my sister visited me, and I discovered that all sorts of my practical items were no longer where I’d had them. For example, the toilet paper had been moved from the hall closet into the bathrooms.
I was perturbed at first. Who told her to move my stuff around? But I later realized that some of her “suggestions” made sense.
Recently I’ve had the same kind of problem with my housekeepers. After they leave, the search is on. I might have had the toothpaste and the toothbrush on the sink, where I could grab them up when the reason arose. Sometimes that would be when I was rushing to get to a doctor’s appointment. I didn’t want the extra minute required to extract said equipment from the bathroom shelf.
The other day my housekeeper’s son, so tall that he can screw lightbulbs in while standing flat on his feet, filled in for her. After he and another tall boy had completed the chores, I started to look around. Now, where was the little wooden tray I’d kept on a side table? One of them found it had fallen between the table and the sofa. Now that was aggravating.
But the most annoying aspect of their work occurred when I entered the kitchen area and started hunting for my saucepan. I always boil eggs for breakfast in it, and it was not to be found. Finally, husband John found it up in a cabinet above the sink.
You know, God is working on a place for us, too. In John 3:14, Jesus says, “I go to prepare a place for you…I will come again to receive you.” Won’t it be nice to one day be in the right place, where God wants us to be?
Donna Crowe is a minister’s wife.