Even though it hasn’t quite felt like spring as much as I’d like it to, I have started spring cleaning.This is our first full year in the house so it’s been fun figuring out what needs cleaning and what to use. So far I’ve steam cleaned, dusted fixtures, polished paneling and now it’s grout time.
I started in the mudroom. With my knees to the floor and a brush in my hand, I scrubbed the tile. I watched the floor transform from muddy and dull to clean and sparkly. As I rinsed and dried the floor I thought about the Lord and my life. Where I’ve been. Where I am. Where He is directing me. It was a time of contentment. I saw results with the floor and was getting excited about life.
Then I opened the door.
There before me was the rest of the floors.
Dirty, grimy, muddy, lifeless floors.
And my anxiety started.
I only blocked so much time off the day for the project.
I planned it in increments.
I have to finish the floors.
What if people saw them looking like this?
And then that still voice dropped a nugget that I know was heaven sent.
“Remember, this is a work in progress. Remember, YOU’RE a work in progress.”
Oh. Right. Cleaning grout, at least if I’m going to do it right, takes time.
There will even be days I take a step back.
And I need to confess and move on.
Because like the summer construction that tied traffic for light after light, I forgot over winter how long the process was because it was finished. And it was a great product.
And like the mudroom, each day I’ll work on the grout. And it will all be sparkly and clean.
Just not all today.
And I’m going to be okay with that.
Do you struggle with wanting everything done at once? Do you see yourself as a work in progress?
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