When you walk into my bedroom you can't see the floor beside my bed. That's been a good thing. I like to LOOK clean and tidy, but the truth is, I'm a clutter-bug. The floor beside my bed has been a mess. A disaster. Good intentions have not gotten it cleaned up . . . until today. Now I'm feeling clean all over. And calm. Secure. Serene. It's amazing the therapy a little cleaning will give.
Speaking of therapy, yesterday I was somewhat stressed. Instead of taking it to the Lord, I took it to my stomach and my pocketbook. I overate and overspent. It was binging and buying. And afterwards - it was guilting. I've forgiven myself now, though. That, and the cleaning, have made this a redemptive day.