A clean heart.
Once in a while, I’ll get into these random spurts of tremendous desire to clean. & I don’t mean just washing a little dishes here and there, wiping some counter tops, or dusting some book shelves. But I mean the full tying-up-of-the-hair-to-clean-the-entireeee-place & freshen it up kind of clean, complete with sweeping, dusting, pine sol mopping & everything. After an hour of back ache from bending over & comtemplation & prayer while cleaning…God kept pressing upon my heart, “renew within me a clean heart.” I finally finished and rewarded myself with a cup of ice cold lemonade. I really had no idea whose container of lemonade it was, but I had some (HAHA). And as I plopped back onto the couch, sipping my lemonade and smiling at the lack of yucky grimy dust in between my toes, I thought to myself…this must be how it feels. The process of cleaning, renewing, and refining, is a tough one, a tedious one, a tiring one. Tiring enough to push one to quit. But the feeling afterwards is so rewarding, it makes all the sweat & labor worth it. So renew within me a clean heart, Jesus. Soften the parts that have grown hard, purify the parts that have grown cold, instill hope within the parts that have grown apathetic.
on another note, the hip hop music blasting next door does not mesh well with the classical music coming from my laptop, the peaceful ambiance in my apartment, and the pensive mood I am in right now -_- sigh, whatever.
-Christine
