I’m writing this from Denver International Aiport – I’m headed out for a business trip in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, which I’m pretty psyched about. I really do love traveling. I waited until the last minute to pack but I made sure to Yelp where I’m going to eat and that my house was clean. These are my priorities.
As a very type-A person, I have always liked cleaning, or at least the end result. There’s nothing like ending your day or beginning your week with everything in its place. When things are clean, my life feels like it’s all in order. When my desk is messy, my mind feels like a mess, too.
When we got married, especially with Brandon in law school, I knew I’d assume the role of Chief Housekeeper, which I was fine with. If we’re being honest, I’m a little particular about how things get cleaned, so I was happy taking on the bulk of the cleaning so that I could have things cleaned just the way I like them.
I expected that cleaning our apartment would give me the satisfaction of knowing everything was in its place. What I didn’t expect was that my weekend cleaning sessions would become little acts of worship.
Before we got married, I’d gone from living in a college dorm to living briefly with my parents before the wedding, which meant I had no furniture or housewares to my name. Brandon had a double bed, a dresser, a desk, and a pretty snazzy set of blue plastic bowls, mostly used for eating ramen noodles during long nights of studying in law school.
With a laundry list of wedding expenses (weddings are still ridiculous even if you get half of it for free), we didn’t really have anything set aside for furniture or home stuff. As the wedding (and moving to our new apartment) neared, I had no idea how we’d furnish our new place.
Yet, here we are. Not only did God provide us with the perfect apartment for us, He provided us with a house full of everything we need and then some. I’d be happy with a roof and a bed; God gave us an inviting home that I am happy to come home to.
When I clean our little place, I’m completely overwhelmed with gratitude toward God and all He provided. When I dust our coffee table, I remember how a former teacher who was moving gave us an amazing deal on our living room set. When I vacuum our floors, I remember how I didn’t get a Shark vacuum from our registry, but ended up finding the exact model I wanted at Goodwill for $40 (they’re usually $150). I am often surprised by how much I enjoy going through my house, room by room, remembering all the little acts of providence that met our every need.
When we were scrambling to find furniture for our apartment, I just felt stressed…now I see God’s providence in action. By forcing us to rely on Him for what we needed, my ordinary apartment was turned into a house of worship.
Like my marriage or any other relationship, I’m learning that faith isn’t about dramatic gestures or big things; it’s about the little moments. Just like a marriage can be kept together or torn apart by the little things in life, so can our faith in God be strengthened – or weakened – by the daily things. Although I don’t always feel like being worshipful, seeing dusting my living room or doing the dishes as worship has brought me so much joy.
I’m leaving Brandon home alone for three days over finals, when he has little brainpower or time for anything other than studying…if cleaning is worship, I’m going to have myself a grand church service of washing dishes and laundry to come home to. I’m okay with that though – connecting with God is not a bad way to spend my Sunday afternoon.
Is there anything in your daily life that reminds you of your faith? Share it with me!