Salve for Souls

Thursday, May 5, 2016


“Maybe somedays.”  I have too many of them.
Some were picked up at yard sales. Maybe someday I’ll need this table, this wall hanging, shirt, chair, silk flowers. The list goes on and on. Other items were purchased in stores. They called to me and I could not resist. Maybe someday I’ll need this.

Maybe someday I'll clean that garage.

Then there is an empty box collection. Maybe someday I’ll need this box to ship something. For most of these boxes, someday has never come. The boxes, along with piles of items purchased on a whim, then plopped down at random, lend my home all the “welcoming charm” of a storage shed.

One day my frustrated husband said, “Please don’t get anything unless you have a place and purpose for it.
But “maybe somedays” aren’t only material. They are also dreams, goals and intentions. Maybe someday I’ll call that person, say I’m sorry, write that story, and take that trip, clean that room, begin or finish that project.
Meanwhile, months, years and lifetimes slip away. Maybe somedays pile up like the empty boxes gathering dust in my closet.
I suspect most people have their maybe somedays. Too many will get buried in the cemetery.

For me, resolving the maybe someday clutter in my home, involves resisting the “siren song” of impulse buying. I have also learned to say “no thank you” to people who want to give me their own maybe someday stuff. “I was just going to throw this away, but I thought you could use it.”
This article attests to one maybe someday goal taken from the shelf. I’ve been meaning to write it for a long time.
Other maybe someday goals realized, include a devotional book I wrote, published by “Helping Hands Press.”  Titled, “Where Your Heart Meets God’s” it explores the many expressions of God’s voice. For information visit:
 And how could a dangerous bear encounter possibly lead to a hidden locket, a mysterious love letter—and romance in sunny Florida? It all unfolds in my romance/mystery novel, “Love’s Sweetest Revenge,” another “maybe-someday-become-reality” published by “Helping Hands Press.” For information visit:
Instead of maybe someday, today could be the day to take that first step.



  1. I also have had the maybe someday purchases. Living in an RV though limits my buys. If I buy it I must discard something else. Also, every two years we have a flea market extraordinaire. As my husband says, " buy high, sell low"! Good Luck! It is so liberating to have a clean, organized house.

    1. One of the things I miss about living up north is having a basement. In Virginia, Dan made two rooms in our basement, then sealed off a third to keep junk. Here in Florida where there are few basements, "maybe someday" stuff has spread all over the house and into the garage. But I am slowly sorting through.

  2. So very true Flora. Now that I am retired I'm trying harder to accomplish small tasks that later turn into a big job completed! Life passes by too quickly to put your goals and dreams off for too long. I sure don't want to take my list to the grave with me!!

    1. Indeed, I have more books on my "bucket list." Lord willing.

  3. I wish I could take my own advice, Flora, and "just do it now". Maybe my "maybe somedays" list will start to dwindle!

  4. One morning I woke with the following words repeating in my mind: "We don't get things by wishing." Another time I heard, "Procrastination is a killer of dreams." I believe these are things God wants me to know.

  5. You are stepping on my toes in this blog! I have a tendency to let my office pile up and my craft room fill with projects for maybe someday. I also have writing I want to do, and I wrestle with procrastination too. Thanks for the encouragement to tackle the to do list.

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  7. Evelyn,
    Thank you for getting in touch. By the way, procrastination caused a friend and me to lose a contract for a best-selling book. I wrote a blog about it, "The Perils of Procrastination," an entry on this site. If you have a moment, please check it out. You'd think that would have taught me! Flora