Clearing the Cobwebs

It’s a funny time of the year, isn’t it? The streets are crowded with ghouls & ghosts while the church halls are filled with pint-sized saints.

(We’ll celebrate both the secular on Sunday and the sacred on Monday, which, I am DISMAYED to discover, is not a holy day of obligation this year. Aargh and aargh and I’m very frustrated.)

(But I digress.)

We are on the road at present, at least, the girls & Anthony & I are. We are in the wee little town of Wahpeton (my hometown) in the great state of North Dakota, where we have come to celebrate my mother’s birthday. She’ll be 87 years young tomorrow! No small feat, that, and the girls just love being home with Grandma.

(I’ll have photos to upload when I return. I am fond of photographing my hometown.)

So this has got to be quick, as I am clacking away in the local library while the girls (and the midget terrorist) explore the children’s section one floor down. I wanted to share a seasonal metaphor with you–one that came to me during prayer yesterday and one I’ve been chewing on ever since.

On our kitchen wall at home are several painted spider webs. We decorate with cob webs–what a novelty!–in honor of the season. On Monday we will take them down, however, to be replaced with a multitude of hand-colored saints.

(Thank you, Charlotte!)

(No time to link!)

This made me think about the cobwebs in my head. You know the ones, perhaps–those frightful strands that clog one’s thoughts and put a shadowy mist over all things peaceful. There are the webs of envy and pride–the worry over this or the anxiety over that–that I hang almost willingly, that I allow to be there.

Why can’t I clear them away like I do the painted versions? Why not make a choice to think joyful thoughts, and to be as much a saint as I can…

…every day.

Deep thoughts by Margaret on a Saturday! See you on Monday when we get back.