This is going to be about the servant-heart of my mother and sister for helping me clean and prepare my house to show within a few days, but first I must be a little type-A and be thankful for cleaning supplies as well. Now I know many of my friends will scold me for not having environmentally sound and healthy cleaners but just give me a moment to relish in the effectiveness of good old bleach. Seriously, I get giddy when watching dirt and stains disappear; "kills 99% of germs" is music to my ears. I may need an intervention, but it's just grand to have a clean house! That being said, my dear husband broke the news to me a mere couple of days ago that we were showing our house this Friday. Nevermind that it isn't on the market, I have company in the house, and we've managed to stuff things in closets, drawers and our garage for months! Oh dear, after a bit of panic, I decided I better start whistling while I work and get busy! I did give fair warning to my mother and sister that visiting me this time would involve a little elbow-grease, but somehow I don't think they took me seriously (until today). My sister's job has been to "remove the children from the house for extended periods of time" and my poor mother just started scrubbing everything in sight. (I think she has a new appreciation and perhaps even a new relationship with Magic Erasers). While I was in bed being miserable this weekend, the Spirit began to show me the beauty of His children serving one another, and He has just been saturating me with His hands and feet at work in my home and in my life ever since. My friend Sarah and I have been texting back and forth about how we have both taken our Godly homes and heritage a bit for granted. We both prayed for renewed appreciation for the true blessing of growing up in a Godly home, of experiencing the lives of saints within our own walls, and for a continued awareness of the blessing of Godly heritage. My mother and sister were on their spring break; they certainly didn't have to spend that time scrubbing and watching children for me, but they did it with joy (or at least with the absence of grumbling). I think too often in life, we think we've reached a point in our older age where it's time to be served instead of constantly serving others. I'm thankful for parents who realize that the call of servanthood for the glory of God is a call of a lifetime. I pray that I will likewise be humbled by God to continue to serve until my last breath on this earth. I've had an amazing family to model the love of Christ for me, and I pray that heritage will continue with the generations to come.
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