Sometimes the outside of the refrigerator can get as messy as the inside.
I don't know how things are in your household, but in my kitchen, the refrigerator door is the framework for a collage of pictures, Christmas card photos from maybe four or five years ago, and messages and magnets and madness.
On its best days, it can be an ooh and ahhh conversation piece for visitors, one that sparks interest, prompts commentary and launches rambling family tree explanations.
But before too long, this "decorated" door usually reaches the point where there's so much to see on there, you don't really see anything at all, if you know what I mean.
It's just visually overpowering, like some outfits people wear that they probably shouldn't.
As the new year was approaching, I got in one of my moods - the I can't stand this anymore frame of mind, which guarantees I'm going to fix something right now so you'd be wise to get out of my way.
In a world where a control freak can't control anything at all, at least I can restore some sense of order on the refrigerator door.
God please grant me that.
I started the project with a sense of urgency on what was a catch-up weekend, a caregivers' respite spell for me and Better Half.
This unplanned undertaking had somehow elevated itself to do-it-now status, why I?don't know.
So I started removing what was posted there, peeling away the Post-Its and photos only to come across the "Remember To ..." bookmark from evangelist Joyce Meyer material I get from time to time.
I had hung it up there, who knows when, with good reason, and I found myself revisiting it it again with good reason and probably not because of any coincidence.
This "Remember To ..." bookmark lists four priorities.
I have to say, I arrived at the end of 2013 not feeling too emotionally chipper, as I like to think of myself.
Caregiving takes a toll, no doubt about that, and the tailend of the year brought a barrage of bad news in our circle of family and friends, running the gamut from death and despair to illness and injury.
And yet, within me is this mustard seed of hope, a knowing, a belief, a conviction, that yes, ultimately things will be OK, that Better Half and I will persevere and all will be well.
God will grant us that.
So I will take more than a minute to be thankful. I'll think of ways to bless others.
I'll trust in God's timing, impatient as I am, and I'll enjoy each moment of the journey ... including this incredibly clean refrigerator door.
Happy New Year.
(Kiaski, a resident of Steubenville, is a staff columnist and features writer for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times and community editor for the Herald-Star. She can be contacted at email@example.com.)