I almost want to start a new blog. Because Spring is around the corner! With new beginnings and possibilities and the wonder of plants growing. My new blog would be clean, and white and wittty. But I won’t. I may change the look of this one, but I will continue here.
I was thinking the other day that it might be helpful for someone to hear that I used to resent the dirt of my life. Literal, physical dirt. I would get mad that the laundry needed doing and the floor never stayed clean. The fridge needed cleaning, the walls never stayed white and the bathroom……oh, the bathroom. My struggle with priorities will probably always be a part of my life but I have learned not to hate the dirt. To be content with never ending tasks.
Repetition isn’t something I find joy in easily. I rarely read a book twice, almost never watch a movie more than once and love to start something new. But there is a beauty in finding a thing and looking at it from all angles. Spring is new every year, yet it happens every year. I am learning to find contentment and yes even joy, in the daily repetitive task of cleaning dirt.
My heart has repetitive dirt that needs continual cleaning as well. Besetting sins that are more easily brushed under the rug than taken care of. I praise the Lord he continues cleaning out my heart with His mercies that are new every morning.
my soul is bereft of peace;
I have forgotten what happiness is;
so I say, “My endurance has perished;
so has my hope from the LORD.”
Remember my affliction and my wanderings,
the wormwood and the gall!
My soul continually remembers it
and is bowed down within me.
But this I call to mind,
and therefore I have hope:
The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases;
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
“The LORD is my portion,” says my soul,
“therefore I will hope in him.”
The LORD is good to those who wait for him,
to the soul who seeks him.
It is good that one should wait quietly
for the salvation of the LORD.