I dislike cleaning, with a passion. The main problem I have is the repetitiveness of it all. Over and over: sweep the floor, mop the floor, the floor gets dirty, sweep the floor, mop the floor, the floor gets dirty (repeat ad infinitum). The dirt is never-ending, thus the cleaning isn’t either. I’ve decided I need to find another way to think of the endless cycle of dirt.
Then I found Willie’s song. My nine-year old son had written it in my journal with my to-do lists. I found this on a page somewhere in the middle:
The dust from the ground is a symbol of you.
God created you from the dust of the ground that you stand upon. He made you (repeat)
The Savior of life, the Jesus of all in all.
What a sweet thought from a 9-year-old. So today, and from now on, I am going to see the dust and remember this: God created me. And my 9-year-old knows God created him. He made each of us for a special purpose. He has an exciting plan for me and I will live in that hope.