Day Three

Well, yesterday was day three of what I am now calling The Week.  Day two passed much as day one, which I've already blogged about.  Day three was different.  I started to panic that I was wasting too much time!  "You're off for a week," the little voice in my head (one of many) told me.  "Why aren't you cleaning the house, doing laundry, getting on top of that to-do list?"  I had no answer for the voice.  In a way, I wish I would've started The Week with a clean house, laundry all done - so that maybe it wouldn't have been an issue. 

Do you ever feel that way?  Like you can't get your act (and by "act," I do NOT mean external things) all together unless everything is just so?  I honestly used to believe that I couldn't spend time talking to God or reading His word as long as there was dust in the house, or if my bed wasn't made.  It was like I thought that the dirt somehow prevented Him from hearing me or even having an audience with me.

Over the years, though - I've learned that God cares little about the dishes piling up in the sink.  Today was one of those days.  Sitting at His feet, I sense His presence and see His smile through the clouds.  Today is a good day.