I read somewhere that “dust gives a home a warm fuzzy feeling.” Now, if I’m being truthful, I probably read that on Facebook or Pinterest. I was thinking of this statement as we spent our Labor Day weekend cleaning our home. I mean, serious cleaning. We emptied out bedrooms and swept, dusted, and rearranged. We carried out bags of trash and things to give away. The bedrooms look great! Today we were given an extra day off school, due to fog. With that extra time, we finished the last bedroom, then I proceeded to clean my office to the level of tolerable, and rearrange the man cave. When that was done, I mowed the yard.
The reason this all came about was that the level of dust in this house probably could have blanketed a third-world country. The dust and cat hair under the beds alone was so bad; you would have thought we had a Yeti living here.
I’m not sure how this happens. We are relatively clean people. We sweep, but we sweep what we can see. Actually, my daughter sweeps; it’s her chore. My son, who is nine, is in charge of dusting. That may be a clue in this mystery. I’m not even going to get into what may be happening in the bathrooms, as I haven’t gotten that far yet. My other daughter is in charge of cleaning those. My job, aside from my day job, cooking all the food, and the running kids around, is laundry and mopping. The laundry gets done. The mopping is sketchy. I need to work on that. Or maybe I could trade with the boy and do the dusting, and try him out on the mopping? Hmm… I may be on to something here.
I read in a book once about a house that was self-cleaning. Imagine, a self-cleaning house. It probably involves some technology that I won’t figure out. Just this year, we bought a stove with a self-cleaning oven, and I don’t know how to use it yet. I will tell you that I am a huge fan of the flat top cooking area. That is also my job to clean and it is a breeze compared to the other stove. It is also stainless steel, and I’m pretty sure it is the sexiest kitchen appliance around. That was my comment to my husband when it was delivered. “That is the sexiest appliance I’ve ever seen.” (So I don’t get out much; sue me.)
It feels so nice when things are cleaned up around the house, don’t you think? I try to keep things clean, but inevitably I will find a cobweb or some dust somewhere that I missed. Something always happens and the clean house isn’t so clean anymore. The cats will come in and shed all over the freshly-swept carpet. Kids tromp through the house with their friends, and in just moments, leave a trail of dirty dishes, food wrappers, half-opened backpacks and Legos in their wake.
I think it feels that way with life sometimes too. You are going along just fine, then there is some dust or a cobweb that happens to dirty things up. As often as I try to clean up my soul, I can’t get it ever completely done. Just like I can clean the house and it just gets dirty again, I can attend worship and listen to worship music, but I cannot get rid of the cobwebs and dust in my soul; not forever. Only God can do that.
Only when we give ourselves over to Him completely can we feel truly cleaned up and free. I’m so glad I can count on my God to cover that part. Because the cat just shed on the floor again, and I have my hands full.