Thankful but Still Ranting

First, I want to say I am thankful for a house and all my junk. I have to make this preface because I don’t want anyone thinking I’m being ungrateful to God who has so richly blessed us. I am also thankful I can still physically work on my own cleaning.

HOWEVER! Here’s the newsflash and rant for the day.

Housecleaning is SO over rated!!!

Mondays are set aside for laundry and housecleaning. Not that I don’t do those things on other days, but I do it a little more thoroughly on Mondays. Part of my good intentions went right out the window first thing this morning.

I had gotten this really cool new whirligig thing to clean my white tile floors. It’s always fun to have a new gadget, even if it is for housework. The Floor Police works well – when it is charged.

I distinctly remember putting its plugger-inner somewhere I wouldn’t forget. And you guessed it! I can’t remember where that magical place is. I ended up mopping as usual. Grump, grump. grump!

The next disaster is pictured above. I was vacuuming nearby and bumped some photo albums on the counter with my elbow. In a nanosecond, the little books deliberately pitched themselves toward one of my oldest knick-knacks. My good shepherd statue took a topple backward and promptly lost his head. I said, “Oh my!” or something like that.

I never have had much luck gluing that kinda stuff back together, and this time was no different. Except my patience was shorter than normal, so I gave up and tossed it in the garbage within two minutes.

I am thankful to say the rest of the cleaning process was accident free.

The little whatnot was meaningful to me. One of my favorite verses when I was a young mom was Isaiah 40:11. It tells of God, as shepherd, caring for the lambs and gently leading and guiding the mother sheep. Since sheep need a lot of guidance and I can lose my way in a heartbeat, I figure the Bible’s comparison of sheep and God’s people applied to me in a big way. The statue, like most all my bric-a-brac, are spiritual reminders. Now as I look at the spot where it was, I will still think of the Truth of God’s care.

And I have to look at things positively. I guess it is one more thing the kids won’t have to pitch in the thrift store box when I kick.

Here is my translation of Isaiah 40:11. God tends His flock like a shepherd. He gathers the lambs in His arms and carries them close to His heart. He gently leads and guides those who have young ones.

As every mom knows, mothering is a tiring job. But doesn’t Isaiah 40:31 give peace and hope? ‘Those who trust in the Lord will renew their strength. They will arise and soar on wings like eagles (certain sites say eagles can soar without flapping their wings for 100 miles). They will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.’ KB translation.

Eagles can fly anywhere from 30 miles per hour to dives that register at 100 miles per hour. Being compared to an eagle is a really great attitude and perspective for the mom who has a million things to do in a short amount of time.

As I found a certain amount of comfort in my little statue, may all moms, young and old, be encouraged to trust in God today.

Blessings

KB