Wow. I totally forgot I was writing this series! Must be the fact that 40 is closing in, hahaha.
My bride, Angel loves a clean house. Well, I do too, but we tend to think of a clean house quite differently. For me, if company comes over and it looks clean, well then it’s clean. But that is not good enough for Angel. Not only does what we “see” have to be clean, but she labors pretty intensely on making sure what’s “not seen” is also clean. You know, stuff like lifting the couch into the air so she can vacuum underneath it. Making sure the clothes are actually folded within the dresser drawers. Making sure the spot on the back of the toilet, up against the wall, where no one but my dogs can actually see, gets pine-sol’d.
Sometimes I drive her crazy because I equate “picking up” with “cleaning up” – I’ll throw stuff in a drawer or behind a closet door. Not her. It goes where it is supposed to live, being a specific storage nook, on a hanger, or in the trashcan. Part of the reason I am like this is because I don’t clean in advance. I don’t have time to clean (ladies, no shoe-throwing) – so I scurry to clean when a friend calls and says, “Hey, mind if I come over in an hour?” On the other hand, Angel cleans in advance – she actually thinks about how to schedule cleaning into her daily routine. I just don’t get it. I try, but I’m a dumb male, and it just does not make sense to me.
8 Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God.
Perhaps that’s why I do the same thing with my heart – my spirit. I am too busy to purposefully consider how to set aside time for spiritual cleansing – or so I tell myself. Sometimes, the situation is much worse. OK, so I’ll admit, that sometimes, I do the spiritual equivalent of “scurry cleaning.” I do what it takes to make myself look spiritually pure. Ouch.
I tried several of the experiments for this week of the study, but the one that really became “my” experiment was being intentional about maintaining places of solitude. I can’t scurry clean” my heart. I’ve got do keep steady maintenance on my heart-purity, making time for serious and deep prayer and introspection. I had become negligent again since this study, but blogging has become my new intentional pursuit of a pure heart.
Still in His grip.