The intention of this blog is just to share with you the way God works in my everyday life. I hope you enjoy!

Friday, January 21, 2011

Clean As a Whistle

Ahhh. I have that wonderful feeling that all is well in the world. I am sitting here basking in the glow of my freshly mopped floors, my gleaming countertops and glistening faucets. Perfect vacuum cleaner rows line my carpet just like a freshly cut lawn, as "Pacific Fresh" Lysol lingers in the air. Of course complete Utopia would be no stains on the carpet, windows so clean you had to touch them to make sure they were there, and a place for some of those things that just seem to hang around waiting for a permanent home.

No earthly thing pleases me more than organization. I love it when there is no ironing that needs to be done, towels are all folded and put in the cabinet, there are no dirty dishes in the sink. Nothing stresses me more than a mess. Don't get me wrong, we live in our home. There are days when I wouldn't even want my parents or closet friend to stop by for fear of them calling the producers of "Hoarders." (Ok, that's an exaggeration, but I'd at least like for them to have a place to sit.)

Strangely enough, no one else's mess seems to bother me that bad. Smells.....well, those do bother me. Sorry. But, if I were to come to your house and it was less than perfect, I would more likely feel right at home than offended. Trust me, I have a tween boy living here part time, and a husband. No adjectives needed for the latter. We live on a farm with cow poop, and dry feed, plain ole dirt and an occasional strand of hay here or there on the floor. We know all about grass stains and dogs that roll in dead stuff, kitty-cats with muddy paw prints, and did I say cow poop? Then there is lime dust from the steel mill, my clumsy spills of coffee on the carpet, sugar on the counter, cat food drips on the floor and crumbs in the couch cushions.

Those few precious times when the things above are non-existent, those are the moments I drink in. Then, I get thirsty and there goes the "no dirty dishes in the sink." It's kind of like sin. Can you imagine how refreshing and clean we will one day be when we are sin-free and perfected in Him?! When we are in Heaven, we won't have to stomp our feet on the porch to knock all the snow off our boots, but more importantly, we will have no guilt, because we will be away from sin and temptation, and the tempter himself. We will be whiter than snow.

Thankfully, if we've asked Jesus into our heart, He already sees us that way. Of course we continue to sin, because we are not perfect and we are human beings. But, if we have been forgiven, we are washed in the blood of the Lamb, and that is all He sees. Can you imagine looking at your home every day, and not seeing a random piece of lint on the floor, or a timy piece of a wrapper that didn't quite make it to the trash can? No dirt. No stains.

I don't know about anyone else, but I am so thankful that my sins are washed away and in His eyes I am clean, and ready for Heaven.


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