I did a lot of cleaning today, much more than usual. Over and above our normal cleaning, I also cleaned the garage, some “junk drawers,” undecorated some of our Christmas decorations and even cleaned out our boys’ turtle tank (though not by choice -per say- but more so out of necessity, as our seven year-old dumped way too much food in the tank and leaving it “as is” would certainly have caused major problems for their turtles.)
There is something about cleaning that makes you feel like you are getting your life more in order. That is, until the Lord whispers to your heart, “Your clean is NOT my clean.”
I have said those very words to my boys many times upon checking their bedroom, but today, our Father issued those words back at me in the midst of my cleaning, “Your clean is NOT my clean.”
Suddenly, all my wonderfully ordered drawers and clean spaces seemed insignificant, as I felt the gaze of the Father on my heart.
My heart and mind have not been clean lately. They have been cluttered with a mix of emotions and thoughts, many that desperately need pitched out. I could not even tell you where they came from. They remind me of the many items that have been dropped in my garage over the past months and the countless objects jumbled in our “junk drawer.”
Like my boys, I am not able to clean out my heart and mind like my Father can. I need Him to show me exactly what I am “swimming in.” I need Him to show me what is good and worth keeping, what is in my heart that is meant to be given to someone else, and what needs to be thrown away.
Tonight this is my prayer:
“Create in me a clean heart, O God,and renew a right spirit within me.”
I know He will be faithful to help me do some real cleaning. May His clean be my clean.