Folding Socks

DSC_0621By Judy Villanueva

As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God.  My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. (Psalm 42:1)

God, you have made us for yourself and our hearts are restless until they find their rest in you. (St.Augustine of Hippo)

Surrounded by of pile of socks, I hunt for two brown ones with stripes, matching grey argyles, and strain to decipher the subtle differences in the solid blues!  I suddenly feel a familiar pang that I recognize as my soul becoming restless.  Existential angst.  Does my existence have meaning?  Does folding socks matter to God or is there something more important that  I should be doing?  It alerts me to beware of what I think, pray and do next.  I’ve been here before and am learning that when my soul feels restless it wants to be fed (or medicated).  Feed it with a cookie, a trip to the mall, a tv show, a glass of wine or with frenetic doing that will offer distraction.  Instead, I decide to pray and bring my soul to Jesus.

My husband and I have been reading a book called “Soul Keeping” by John Ortberg and the last pages invite the reader to the deathbed of a remarkable man, Dallas Willard.  Reading out loud, we find ourselves overhearing the last words he whispered to God, “Thank you. Thank you.”  My brow furrows as I consider the implications of these words uttered in the midst of great suffering.  I feel curious to know more about him and hungry to learn how to live so that when I breathe my final breath, my soul will exhale in gratitude.  Dallas lived a life that cultivated a contented and grateful soul and when pressed hard, what flowed from the depths of him was gratefulness.

There is something about the finality of death that is focusing.   It seems to clear the clutter that gets in the way of living well.  At death, all chances to be kind end.  Any and all opportunities to love are over.  At life’s end, grudges feel ridiculous and time, too precious to waste on petty complaints.

In the clarity of death’s wake, worry about mattering yields to loving and being loved by God.

It invites a vision of generosity, grace and energy to bless others while there is time.  It is a reminder that a life lived well is fed and formed by God, and that last breaths are exhaled from whatever has been shaped over a lifetime.  Learning to love and be loved by God infuses all of life with meaning…it quiets the soul, plants seeds of gratitude and makes, even folding socks,  yet another moment of His grace.

“Father, help me to find meaning in Your arms and let it calm and fuel my soul for blessing others.  Help me to cultivate gratefulness and care for my soul so that in each day of my life I might give you glory, and upon my death, give thanks.  Amen.”

 What about you?

 Do you ever struggle with restlessness of soul?

What do you tend to feed your soul to calm it?  Food, tv,  shopping, or something else?

Have you discovered that meaning comes from being loved by God?  Have you felt the rest that happens in Him alone?

What do you think cultivating contentment and gratitude looks like?

Spend time with God.   It will feed and bless your soul.

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8 thoughts on “Folding Socks

  1. Wow oh wow!!! How your picture, scripture and your words blessed my heart and soul this morning. How encouraging to hear a saint say in his dying moments his thankfulness. How it makes us want to number our days to gain a heart of wisdom. (Ps. 90:12)
    May we live close to the Father and be able to say on our deathbed, GOD IS GREAT!

  2. Maybe that sense of restlessness is a prompt from the Holy Spirit? Maybe it’s a nudge towards checking ourselves? Should I take a moment to pray, to be thankful, or just stop and be mindful of God’s love and grace for me? Maybe it’s a reminder that He is with me even when I fold socks!

  3. My soul is quieted and in awe; my eyes are wet with tears.
    “…worry about mattering yields to loving and being loved by God.” Yes.
    I just want to read this over and over. Lord, please help me really get this. Know this. Live this.
    Thanking Jesus for you, Judy. Love you.
    (Heading over to Ephesians right now :) )

  4. Hey Sis – this is really good. It inspires me to go read my bible … and is there anything more significant than that? Is there anything more satisfying than inspiring others to read God’s word? I think most pastors strive to give a message that results in that.

    Thank you.

    bro

  5. Oh Judy, I so identified with your message of today. I find myself constantly asking
    God for his help, and thanking Him for that help. I don’t know if it is just me, but life at this stage seems a bit harder physically, mentally, and it is a wonderful feeling to know that God is not only guiding me, but is with me on this path.
    I truly understood the deathbed thanks……cause I gave those thanks when, at 98
    years, my mother died, and others close to me died. Our dear God took them home.
    Yes, the finality of death did focus a bigger picture for me. I am ware of life, and the speed of it, as I’ve never been before. I cherish every moment on this beautiful
    world, and the time spent with the fabulous family that God blessed me with…..I, also,
    realize that God is waiting for me, and I am not afraid cause He will give me Life.

  6. Judy this so touched me today where I am walking. I have really been wondering in this different season of life for me, different location. Different job and all the questions of the unknown future . Does my life really matter? I too like robin ask God to bring this truth home to my heart , letting God love me and me love others is really where my soul can find rest. It’s hard to communicate for me sometimes but this is so where I am at in life and thank you for your heart and ability to communicate Gods love for us. Iove u
    Sandi

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