On mornings with no outside commitments I can focus on my chores without feeling stress or pressure. Housework is a pleasure when you aren’t pulled in 20 directions, with an outside job, time constraints and a to-do list a mile long. I feel guilty sometimes, but it gives me such joy to be able to clean house in my jammies while praying and listening to worship music on Pandora. (Thank you, SM!)
Not bragging, but I think I’m a pretty good housekeeper. I’ll clean windows and ceiling fans when they need cleaning! I’m not ‘Monk’, but the house usually looks tidy and things are where they should be. This place gets swept, mopped and dusted regularly, on a schedule. I admit that I sometimes enjoy the sin of pride when a girlfriend compliments how nice the place looks.
So this morning I’m working between the master bath and kitchen. Casting Crowns is on. I’m feeling pumped, praying up a steady stream of requests peppered with thanks and love and the occasional frustration. The sun is streaming in so bright and beautiful through the big freshly cleaned window in the dining room …..
revealing crud cobwebs dust and crusty stuff along the edges of the baseboards inches from where I was standing! Horror!
I instantly felt ashamed. I thought I was good! I’m always getting it done, handling my stuff. I got down there, eye-level with the nasty. Elbow grease and a Spic N Span soaked sponge will fix it.
Funny how a little light can change what you see and how you react to it.
The message isn’t lost on me, I totally get it. Even when I think I’m good, I still need Jesus to shed His light on my baseboards so I’ll be able to see the hidden crud. His strong arm will help me scrub away my nasty stuff. Living in His word will keep me spic n span. There is no shame in needing Him to help me “clean house”.
Ironically, as I write “Grace Like Rain” by Todd Agnew is playing ….. thank you Lord, you rock!