Don't wanna preach....

but unfortunately I take after my dad in that I can never miss the oppotunity to pass up a good object lesson.

I'll save that for later, though.

Since I've started staying home with Kade, I've tried to get my cleaning/hosewifely duties on a schedule. Usually, it goes something like this:


Monday-All laundry (wash, dry, and fold; usually 3-4 loads); generally straighten up the house from the weekend.
Tuesday-finish any laundry; dust everything
Wednesday-bathrooms (toilet, sink, bathtub, mirrors)
Thursday-floors (sweep and/or mop)
Friday-project like cleaning out a closet and/or straightening up
Saturday-Nothing
Sunday-Nothing



I love being able to get all my house cleaning done during the week and not having to give up my time with Michael or Kade on the weekends to scrub toilets.

But, by Sunday night, my normally *ahem* pristine house looks like this--

Yep, after just two days, there are dishes piled up in the sink, the counters are cluttered with junk, and the floor is covered with crumbs and particles of dust that stick to your feet when you walk across the room. Yuck!

I could blame it on my husband being home for a full two days, but it is I who choose to do asolutely nothing around the house on Saturday or Sunday.

Every Monday, I have to start all over.

If my house looks like the above picture after only two days, imagine what would happen if I cleaned my house only one day a week and relaxed the rest of the week (Not saying I haven't done that before). You wouldn't even be able to wade through the mess!

Kind of reminds me of life sometimes.

Every Sunday, I go to church. I get right with God, worship Him, ask for forgiveness, listen to a great message, and go home with a warm, fuzzy feeling that lasts the rest of the day.

But sometimes, for the rest of the week, I let it all go. After all, I got right with God on Sunday. That should hold up for a few days. So, I snap at my husband or whine about all I have to do or gossip or all of the above and more. By the time the next Sunday rolls around, I'm in a bigger mess than I was the Sunday before. So, I ask for forgiveness again, feel clean and refreshed and go home with a warm, fuzzy feeling that lasts the rest of the day.

Annnnnd....Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

I am in no way saying that there's anything wrong with me relaxing on the weekends when it comes to my house. When it comes to my heart and my relationship with God, though, it's a completely different story.

What a better week I have when I spend time each day with God, whether it be just starting off my day with prayer or reading a devotional or worshipping him while I'm cleaning or driving down the road. When Sunday rolls around, I don't feel like I have to start all over. I can just enjoy being in his presence.

What a mess my house would be if I let it go all week!
And what a mess my heart would be if I said, "Ok, God, have a good week! See you next Sunday!"

This week, I will try to keep my heart as neat as my home!

And maybe next Sunday night, I'll wash the dishes!

Be blessed this week!