I like a clean house.
Sometimes, while working full time, I’ve hired a housekeeper to keep things up to snuff if I don’t have time. After I had heart surgery, I was unable to clean for myself at all, so we hired a housekeeper for several months straight.
The first time I did my own dusting again, I was surprised at how much I enjoyed it. Enjoyed dusting, you say? Yes. In fact, I found it rather therapeutic and also surprisingly spiritual.
My husband and I are what could be called ‘collectors’. We’ve collected art, antiques, and interesting knick-knacks from our many moves. As I dusted each item that first time, I couldn’t help but reminisce about the person who gave it to us or where we lived at that time. It brought back many memories and I found myself praying for people I had long forgotten about, or thanking the Lord for certain circumstances and situations.
It’s become a habit. Instead of seeing dusting as a chore, I now try to look forward to it as a way to pray for people and circumstances. Who knew dusting could be good for the soul?