During my pregnancies, people promised me a phase would happen called nesting. Mothers-to-be naturally started cleaning and organizing to prepare for the new expected life. Nesting never happened to me. Sure, I got things ready for my babies, but only by steady work and fighting against no energy. By the way, our children are both teenagers now and I’m still waiting for the nesting phase to ensue.
This weekend I started cleaning and decluttering. Stuff had accumulated on counters to the point I couldn’t take it anymore and priorities shifted to restoring order to our home. I tackled one room at a time. I really do not like cleaning, however, I love having a clean environment. Clutter gnaws at my spirit sometimes unconsciously. Order and cleanliness brings peace. You know, that warm-fuzzy feeling like everything is right with the world.
Cleanliness may be next to Godliness. We serve a God of order. Now my mind is free to focus on God’s plans.