keys n cleaning

With the key given to me, I slowly insert it into the door.
Opening the door for the first time as my place,
I paused to savor the moment & take a pix.

The scent of the shampoo'd carpet greeted me,
the cool of the AC washed over me.
I flipped off my teva's
I felt the dried carpet.

Tromping up the stairs
I looked right, left, and straight
Three bedrooms.

I ducked back down the stairs,
I spun into the kitchen,
glanced into the 1/2 bath & laundry room.

Reaching into the garage
I felt for the opener
The door moaned upwards

Light flooded the townhouse,
I paused again.
God I want this place to be...

I grabbed somethings out of my car
The first things I set out were cleaning supplies
The most important things though
I grabbed
were three books
My Bible, EM Bounds Complete Works on Prayer and My Utmost for His Highest
Holiness, Prayerfulness, Devotion.

I set out to clean,
Carpets to vacuum, shelves to wipe down, drawers to wash out
Scrub scrub scrub
How could a seller, leave a place that they wouldn't want to move straight into?
All is well.

As a rule there are only two times a place is truly clean:
the day you move in
the day you move out
all other times are 'just tidy'

My place
My home to be...
Lord so much...
So far...
What possibilities...

Does this invalidate my goals, dreams, or plans?
Not a chance.
I do want to return to missions.
I do want to say I Do
I do want to finish what I've set out to do.
In my place.

The key it turns,
opening a new beginning for me.

My Ring...

My ring is fading in detail, over the years I've banged it against the steel hull of the ship I sailed with while watching dolphins in the Pacific, kneaded it through loaves of bread dough (yes, I washed my hands with a scrub brush before I did so), scrubbed my hands raw after working with paint. It's fading and broken.

This detail though remains, I bought it on the 4th of July from a biker booth at the Freedom Festival in Duluth MN while I was with my roomie & shipmate of the Caribbean Mercy. The original significance is still there too. John 15:5 (NIV) "I am the vine you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing." I've since given up on wearing chains around my neck. I don't like how chains cut into me while I pack a camera. I am too frugal to get a tat. I do though want to share the bit of my life few people ask beyond "Nice ring, can I see it?" This is how I visually show what I believe. I wear this broken, fading ring with a grape vine.

Details of the pix. Taken with a cell phone. I played with positioning and a small flash light on my dinning room table.

Cancer Remains...

My evening seemed to be built around this one item. I kept looking for opportunities to see people pause by and look at it. I kept looking for pixs of people taking time to calibrate life and to remember life. I encourage everyone to slow down and build a relationship or two and keep them strong. I was close to her. I will by faith in Christ see her again, until then I have memories of our differences of which we were very similar...