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There were moths in the pantry

There were moths in the pantry. I had to throw away all the dry goods.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty face from day to day. ― William Shakespeare

My toys came alive at midnight yesterday and pushed everything out of my pantry.

I didn’t want to have to clean. I had planned on cleaning out my pantry tomorrow.

Tomorrow hasn’t come yet. I keep waiting for tomorrow. I have been saying for several months now that I will clean my pantry out tomorrow.

…and to-morrow looked in my face more steadily than I could look at it. ― Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

I think my toys  could smell the moth’s in my pantry. The bag of rice had a hole in it, and I could see crumbs through the plastic, crumbs where the bugs had eaten the rice.

I didn’t want to tell you about the bugs. It would be easier to pretend I was perfect, my house is always clean, and I spend as much time cleaning my pantry as I do writing and painting.

But, I am not perfect. I don’t like to clean. The pantry looks a little messy, but if I just close the cupboard doors, no one will see my mess. I will clean tomorrow. Did I see a moth in my cupboard? No, probably not, I will clean it out tomorrow.

There was no tomorrow. I kept leaving the bags of food in the cupboard and just closing the doors.

Tomorrow, you promise yourself, things will be different, yet, tomorrow is too often a repetition of today. And you disappoint yourself again and again.” ― James T. McCay

When I was forced to clean out my cupboard by my toys, I had to throw out all of the food that wasn’t in a can.

Leaving the mess until tomorrow, meant the moths had a chance to multiply and contaminate all of my bags of dry goods. If I had cleaned out my pantry when I saw a moth fly into the pantry the first time, weeks ago, I wouldn’t have wasted so much food.

The cupboard full of food is my life.

The lies I tell, the secrets I hide, the bitterness I let creep into my heart, is as dangerous as one moth in my pantry.

Do you tell lies? Do you tell yourself when you look in the mirror, “You are ugly. The kids in high school who said I was ugly were right.”

Did you search for your  old high school boyfriend on Facebook? What did you say when your husband asked you, “What are you doing on the computer dear?”

Do you let bitterness creep into your heart? I won’t forgive her. Well, maybe I will forgive her, but I won’t call her, and I don’t have to be nice to her. She hurt me. I don’t trust her, and I don’t have to be nice.

Each lie, each secret, each seed of bitterness is like the moth in my pantry.

I had to throw away all my dry goods, but you don’t have to keep moths in your life. You can get rid of the moths, and keep your dry goods.

God made you. You are beautiful. Your classmates in high school were wrong.

I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. Psalm 139:14

You can tell your husband the truth,

I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. Philippians 4:13

and you can get rid of bitterness.  Replace it with kindness.

Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice. Be kind and compassionate to one another forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you. Ephesians 4:31-32

Your life is worth more than a sparrow, and more than a bag of rice, more than even a bag of organic brown rice.

Are there moths in your pantry?  Clean them out today.

There is no tomorrow. You can only change today. [ tweet tweet ]

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p.s.

At midnight last night my toys came alive again! They left me a message on my computer, “We want popcorn. Where is the popcorn? Butter, butter, lots of butter.”

Maybe they were looking for popcorn yesterday?

The toys came alive at midnight again. They want popcorn with butter.

The toys came alive at midnight again! They want popcorn with butter.

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My name is Pamela Hodges. I am a writer and an artist. I write to encourage and to bring laughter. I paint cats, draw cartoons and write books for children and grown ups.

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  • La McCoy

    Dear Pooh,
    Are your moths good to eat?
    Edelweiss.

  • http://www.annepeterson.com/ Anne Peterson

    Pamela,
    Loved your honesty. I’m sure this post will resonate with many. It’s a hard thing to admit. Not our putting off things, everyone even jokes about that. But it’s hard to admit that we struggle with our emotions. That sometimes we store things we should be extinguishing. Stepping on for good. Instead we hold onto those thoughts. Nurse them, coddle them. Good reminder Pamela. We need to clean out our closets.

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