I hope I always remember that a clean house is a luxury.
I’m new full time domestic life, so the novelty keeps me thankful. My house was never fully clean when I worked. I could “trick-clean” like a pro before parties or small group, but the kind of true cleaning I do now? Frivolity. It’s not a burden, because I know I lived years without it. It’s extravagant.
Someday, I’ll probably moan about needing to dust the tops of the fans again this month, forgetting it is time EXCESS that allows for ever dust-free fans.
I hope I always remember that God’s Presence and Word are necessities.
“Man does not live on bread alone,” nor do man-made to-do lists trump our real, starving desperation for the Spirit, for Truth, for the Word. I’m shocked by how easily I allow false demands to take precedence over the Only One I need.
I “have” to clean.
I “have” to cook.
I “have” to teach.
I “have” to write.
I “have” to read.
I “have” to do, do, do.
Sweet Jesus, bless me with time in Your Presence today.
Help me be still, and know that You are God. Not me.
Teach me to seek You, the Eternal, instead of the temporal demands of this world.