A Time for Everything Under the Sun

3 Mar

Author, Poet and ArtistThere’s a time for everything under the sun, even in our mundane, daily lives, even a time to clean the refrigerator.

Last night, after supper, while Bill went to a meeting, I decided to clean the refrigerator. The cherry juices in the produce drawer and the smears on the top glass shelf have been bothering me since I got my new eyes. (“Believing is Seeing). He and I planned to finish watching “Fiddler on the Roof,” when he got home, so naturally, when he walked into the kitchen and saw what I was doing, he immediately wanted to help.

Everything that had once been in the refrigerator was now on the counters in colorful, casual arrangements. We had red apples, orange oranges, a jar of green pickled okra (which has been in there for a year or more), and a big clear pitcher full of topaz-colored iced tea.

The glass shelves slid in, shimmering with reflections from the light. As Bill handed me the items one by one I rejoiced in the quality and abundance of food. We had too many avocadoes, but we like them in many things, and they will stay good until we take them out and let them ripen. We had a re-run dish of mushroom meatballs with homemade basil sauce and some perfectly cooked (if I do say so myself) spring pole beans for a side.

Jasmine, our domestic cat, who likes to help with everything, sat on the damp cloth I’d used to clean the floor. I suppose she was guarding the cloth for me. I can’t think of any other reason a cat would sit on a wet cloth, can you?

When we finished, I was thrilled with the sparkling cleanliness and the beauty of the colors gleaming within. I hadn’t touched the inner door shelf or the outside of the refrigerator, which is splacked with favorite Bible verses, quotations, photos, and magnets. I’ll de-clutter all that when the time is right.

Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8 NIV

There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:

 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

colors of the fridge

Nice and clean

#MondayBlogs #Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8

6 Responses to “A Time for Everything Under the Sun”

  1. Marilyn Parel (@mparel) March 17, 2014 at 9:27 am #

    Cleaning the fridge, huh? Do not remind me.


    • Old Things R New March 17, 2014 at 10:01 am #

      Thanks for your comment. May I encourage you by saying, the time will come and you’ll be glad it did. Smile~DiVoran


  2. itsrebekahlyn March 3, 2014 at 6:07 pm #

    Would you like to come clean my fridge next?


  3. Old Things R New March 3, 2014 at 11:42 am #

    Sometimes we need to take time to clean out the junk in our hearts, just like with do with the fridge.


  4. Old Things R New March 3, 2014 at 11:40 am #

    I don’t like to waste either but sometimes one just has to toss stuff out. We are haivng “must go” at our house tonight to eliminate the toss out option.


  5. Louise Gib son March 3, 2014 at 8:37 am #

    DiVoran, I envied the factt that you had someone to help you clean out your refrigerator (one of my least favorite houserhold tasks.) Having been taught to be frugal, it grieves me to toss food away that I simply had no appetite for and let it go to waste. My attitude goes way back to the Depression days when “waste” wasn’t even in our vocabulary.


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