Tonight we came home from work, ate some dinner, headed to a meeting then came home where I began to do some dishes while Jonathan started his final prep for Bible study tomorrow night. You see, he meets with a group of guys at our house on Tuesdays and they take turns teaching-this month is his turn. He’s good at being prepared and teaching, so he’s already got an outline and info prepared and usually spends Monday night reviewing his notes and making more notes to ensure he’s set to go. Tomorrow is special because an elder from the church will be visiting (probably to get to know the guys better and generally hang out). I forgot about the get to know the guys part and began prepping for this elder whom I will likely not see tomorrow by doing the following:

Arranging items in our home in height order and, if applicable, handles all facing the same direction
Moving some mostly decorative canisters from one counter to another
Cleaning the area around the switches for the fan and light above the range
Cleaning the counters
**This is where Jonathan mentioned, “You know they never come in here, right?” Uh, nope. Didn’t know that and why aren’t they in the kitchen? When I have girls over we spend almost the whole time in the kitchen!

So I moved on to cleaning the living room, fluffing pillows, vacuuming, sweeping, dusting, arranging items again. Then I remembered, once the guys arrive, the pillows will likely be on the floor. The floor will be dirty from the stuff tracked in from their shoes, we go weeks without anybody using the hall bathroom and, most importantly, they don’t gather to check out my ability to clean. If I hadn’t dusted, they might not have even noticed. Instead of rushing around, I stopped to pray and thank God for the fact that we have this house where people gather to grow in their relationship with Jesus. I’m so grateful that I’m married to Jonathan (world’s best husband!) who is willing to continue studying and preparing to encourage his brothers in Christ while I rush around like a crazy woman singing German songs and cleaning up. Praise the Lord that HE is in the business of cleaning up my heart, not my floors! (Though I wouldn’t mind if someone wanted to clean my floors for me.)