Every
Monday evening, my wife has a group of women that come over to our house to break
bread and have a Bible study. When we
first started hosting, we would meticulously clean every inch of our house every
Sunday. And I mean clean…dusting,
vacuuming, mopping, scrubbing the bathrooms, doing the dishes, taking out the
trash and recycling, cleaning every surface of the kitchen, making the beds
with the fancy comforters, and straightening up the couches and cushions in the
den. This is not to say that we are
normally dirty people. On the contrary,
we keep our house tidy as a general rule.
But something manic would come over my wife, and she would insist that
everything needed to be deep cleaned.
We
have been hosting for several months now, and I realized this week that we
barely did anything to prepare. We went
from manic, deep clean to “eh” we might get around to it. Honestly, I don’t think the women notice the
difference. I don’t think they ever
realized how much work we were putting into it, nor do I think they required or
cared for that level of “clean.” We were
only doing it to ourselves.
