Yesterday was a big laundry day, and I do mean a "wash and fold everything in sight and get it put away" kind of laundry day. I also vacuumed, cleaned the kitchen, made dinner, washed rugs and sheets and everything in between.
Mondays are like that around here. It’s the day I tidy up all the remnants of a busy weekend and hope it lasts till…Tuesday!
But who am I kidding? I will never be able to accomplish all that needs to be done around this place. There will always be a missing sock or a clump of dog hair under the couch (right next to a stale potato chip). There will always be weeds in the flower beds, dog nose art on my windows and maybe a few drops of something sticky on the floor in front of the fridge. It is home, after all! Life happens here.
But it seems no matter how hard I work at cleaning, fixing and doing there will always be something messy and needing attention in my life, and I’m learning to be OK with that. Having an imperfect house…an imperfect me acknowledges my great need for a Savior.
For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and all are justified freely by his grace through the redemption that came by Christ Jesus. (Romans 2:23-24)
And there is salvation in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given among men by which we must be saved.” (Acts 4:12)