Tuesday, June 8, 2010

The Office

I cleaned out my office today. A monumental task mind you. I don't feel like a hoarder, until I start sifting through all the "must have's" that I have held onto for years. Offices are funny. They are like tiny glimpses into a person's psyche. If you look around my office you get a pretty good idea of who I am as a person. You would know my love for hot pink, my loyalty to Bearkats and all things SHSU, you'd know what's on my to-do list, that I like Planters Antioxidant Nut mix, that I'm leaving on a jet-plane at least twice over the summer, and that I have a strange affinity towards sticky notes (particularly the blue ones). Yes, offices are funny like that. Offices can be sad though. My office has not always been my office. It belonged to my dad's best friend who passed away from cancer. I keep his old business card pinned to the wall. I don't clean out my office too often, but when I do, I always find things that belong to him. Besides my own father, I don't know that there has ever been a more fascinating and fun guy. His personality was infectious. A favorite by everyone that encountered him. When I run across Columbia shirts, pass any kind of sports memorabilia store, or find yet another sticky note that he scribbled on I get a little choked up. He was dearly loved. I also find his affinity for sticky notes to be strangely contagious....

I don't mind though. I proudly keep up the tradition. See, offices are like our hearts in a way. They harbor what's dear to us. We display our achievements, our likes, and usually show off those close to us in beautifully decorated frames. Our hearts contain things too: we carry our disappointments in life, our attitudes, and our beliefs with us. What is in our hearts will soon find it's way to the surface. If Jesus came to your office today, what would it say about you?

"For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also." Matthew 6:21


Shannon R said...

oh, Baxter. He is much missed.