SPRING CLEANING
There are hidden corners of my mind, so out of sight that I don’t even have to worry about them when I clean up before company comes. Not even the most fastidious, nosy guest would check out those niches for dust, for the fluff balls which accumulate out of the thin air of day to day living. I live with this mess on the edges, knowing it is possible on a rainy or procrastinating day to get at it, straighten things up a bit. But all of a sudden, quite out of my schedule, God comes bustling through — dust rag, mop, Lestoil, pail of water in hand — and scours and sweeps and shakes and rubs away at those hidden corners. Then, apparently enthused with the results, God goes wild and soaps me down completely, uses a tough bristled brush, tosses pails of water at me to rinse me off, and hangs me up to dry, dangling me on the line…
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