A Place for Everything and Everything in it’s Place

Dear Reader:

In a book I was leafing through yesterday a mother admonished her teenage son with the following words.

” God will put things right and don’t forget it. That’s what He’s about after all, putting things right. ”

My faith has been tested lately …still deep down I know this to be true. It is just so hard not knowing what lies ahead… when we are wishing with all our heart and soul that a loved one will be happy at the end of the transition tunnel.

” Good Help is Hard to Find.”

At some time in child-raising didn’t we all feel like we were chasing our children around continuously picking up after them and wondering when it would ever end? ( Answer-college)

Many years back one of our local reporters from the town paper asked if she could do a lampoon on the American Gothic look using cleaning supplies with my family. I told her sure but she might have to explain what each cleaning supply was since I was the only one using them!

I remember wishing I could snap my fingers and have everything in its place. That is still my wish today… but now it is not a clean house I want back in place but situations that aren’t so soul emptying.

Poor God… hope He is not having to run behind us undoing the messes we leave behind… yet I suspect He does. And the big difference is He does it with patience and grace!

So until tomorrow God …Grace and Gratitude from me to you for following me and giving me a shove in the right direction … do you need another bucket?

” Today is my favorite day” Winnie the Pooh

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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2 Responses to A Place for Everything and Everything in it’s Place

  1. Rachel Edwards says:


    I was the same way…longing for the time when I would not have to do everything…and now that it is just the two of us and Fred definitely pulls his weight now that he isn’t coaching all the time ( fixes breakfast most mornings ) but I still feel so fragmented with my lists of what needs to be done. I think that you shared something about lists being just thimgs to worry about which is not good…and it seems that I am “unhinged” since Suzy’s passing…floundering but still praying…and today something popped into my head …”Be in the moment” …some of the sweetest times of our lives are when we are going through tough times but what saves us is that we are with the ones we truly love. Prayers for you…love you.


    • Becky Dingle says:

      You are right…I think we have to get some distance from the hard situations to get a better perspective on it…than while struggling through it.


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