We moved houses about a third of the way into the pandemic, and I have tried desperately to keep this home as spotless as possible. It’s a lot easier to do while working from home, but it’s still a job in itself. I feel like I’m constantly wiping up messes, sweeping up floors and picking up other people’s garbage. I’ve let it go a couple times, thinking others might pick up the slack, but what I end up with is a messy house that I have to live in. I hate it. But some days I just can’t do it all by myself, so I have to accept a few dirty socks on the table, unwashed cups in the sink and an overflowing garbage can. That doesn’t mean, however, that I’m willing to accept it forever. When I can’t stand it anymore, I either put on some worship songs and clean up myself, or I ask others to clean up a few things. I feel like this is how God likes us – clean, but since we absolutely refuse to clean up and stay cleaned up, He accepts us as we are – dirty, messy, gross, defiled. He doesn’t LIKE us this way, and He doesn’t allow us to stay this way without stepping in and letting us know He doesn’t approve, but He accepts us and sent Jesus to prove it.
Writing prompt: clean
My friend Claudia always kept her house spotless because her grandmother told her that Jesus could knock on her door at any moment and her house should always look respectable enough to feel comfortable with opening the door and inviting him right on in! I feel like God likes a clean person, and as much as we try, we just can’t live up to His standards, but He hangs out with us in our filth anyway. (My house was ALWAYS messy, but Claudia would come to mine sometimes. Haha.) Write about being clean and the joy cleanness can bring. It could even be the simple act of washing your hair!