The Clutter and Crumbs of a Messy Heart
This morning when I opened the front door- I noticed something I've noticed before; tiny grains of sand were sprinkled under the edge of the chair like crumbs dropped from a cookie. I knew it was sand and not cookie crumbs because I had given the floor a dust mopping yesterday. But to see them now in the bright light of the sun irritated me because I knew it meant there was more sweeping and such to be done this morning. I don't like messiness--but it happens daily. To everyone. There are two times on a sunny day when you can see all the flaws in my cleaning ability and in the floors we walk on--1) when the front door is open and the sun is at just the right point in the sky to showcase the floor, and 2) when the back door is open as the sun is going down behind the trees. The sun has to be at particular places in the sky in order to pinpoint the flaws, but every time I notice it- I kind of cringe on the inside. More cleaning. It reminded me of the spiritual work in me t