Sunday I slept through church… attended Bedside Baptist….
That’s a little joke I picked up from college friends,
Hhmmm… starting to wonder if I wasn’t in the cool crowd…
It’s hip, right?!
Usually, I make it. I just remember the mind body connection: If your mind can move your feet, just have faith that your bedraggled heart may yet wake up, literally smelling the coffee with any luck.
… I’ll save the rest of my profound thoughts on that for a different post, today I’m more wrapped up in,
Why I love cleaning, and how I balance that with choosing what is best.
I’m Martha, fo sho… as in Mary sat at Jesus’ feet, but her sister Martha glared at them while she finished melodramatically unloading the dishwasher.
Sometimes it’s just not easy to choose what is best. I try to be mindful of this as I embrace my gifting for service .
Part of the joy of cleaning for me is in the idea of preparing a place.
In fact , I almost think that Summer is finally catching it’s train, because I prepared a place for Fall.
With girls heading here to s’more it up at the Van Meters, I kissed the Indian summer goodbye by dragging small plastic pools, squirt guns and the water wiggle hose back to their waiting spot in the storage room.
No more water wiggle hose b-ball or trampoline… no more kids hiding in the bushes with squirt guns and running barefoot to plastic pools to fill them amid shrieks and flying beach balls and no more flavor ice in the freezer, because even the freezer gets to make room… bags of pumpkin chocolate chip cookies and lunch ice packs are already moving in.
Even though S’more night was still 90 degrees, I’m glad I did some clearing around the screened porch and patio. I opened up a place to peck away with Windows 7, a place for Bedside Baptist to meet, for painting and reading… and counting spiders:)
Also, The s’more fire needed a bit of help and the girls needed a place on the dining room wall for post its with their ideas for service projects.
Retiring our summer reading solved both problems.
Seasons change and we get to make room or let it pile on, but we don’t get to stop it.