As I set about cleaning the house this evening, I am reminded to find purpose in the mundane, to rejoice in the routine. Lord, help me to remember the purpose to which You have called me, even in the smallest of things… Now, where’s that broom and dustpan? š

The other day, I was sweeping the hardwoodsā¦I hate to sweep, but itās something that must be done, or crumbs and filth will build up, and then weāll have nastiness, filth, and even bugs. I hate bugs in the house. I hate bugs in the house more than I hate sweeping! ā¦So, I was sweeping and thinking of all the stuff I needed to do around the house. The end tables needed dusting, the carpet needed vacuuming, the blinds needed wiping, the sheets needed washing and changing, etc.
All of sudden, JMan said, āMom, come here quick!ā I walked into the office, a little begrudgingly, because I had so much to do, and he was simply calling me over to the computer. He said, āLook at the house Iāve built!ā Then, he proceeded to show me the house, with all its rooms, and a ātreasure chestā in one of themā¦
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