As I turned the corner in my dining room and looked back at the washroom where I had left the sink on…
I STARTED TO CRY.
I had started cleaning the house yesterday with such a bad attitude. I sat down and recoop’ed and even wrote a blog to remind myself that everything is a blessing–EVEN cleaning the house.
When I saw the inch or two deep water slowly seeping toward me, I almost let that bad attitude resurface. I thought, “WHYYYYY!!!” …and might of even said it outloud. I can’t remember. I don’t even remember turning on the sink. I remember putting my mop in the sink and then going to the vacuum. When did I turn on the sink!?! Well, no matter when I did it, I did and it had been a while since I had. The entire washroom was flooded and if I had not turned that corner when I did, much more of the house would have been too.
I wiped my tears and sucked up my attitude and grabbed every towel in our house. I got the cyclone fan out of the back and began pulling rugs and whatever else was on the floor out to the garage. BUT MOSTLY, I talked to GOD. I asked Him how I could be so stupid and why did this happen. I was thinking He would tell me this is what I deserve for the funky attitude I had earlier. He just said, and I promise, HE put this in my head…
“You were in a hurry and trying to rush so you could get it all done. You were thinking about that list of things you wanted to accomplish. You were not thinking about turning on that sink when you did, because in your mind, you were already walking toward the vacuum. Slow down.”
HOW MANY TIMES DO WE DO THAT!?! …rush …rush…RUSH! Always in a hurry to be in a hurry. Always busy.
SLOW DOWN! Stop. Life is too short to be flooded. We flood our lives with things we don’t need and get in such a fast pace that we forget the good stuff. We are worried about clean floors and made beds when we should be more concerned with telling others they matter and showing people we love, we love them.
I know this might sound like a crazy analogy to cleaning the house…but every circumstance can teach us SOMETHING.
Two hours later, after my floor was SUPER CLEAN and almost all the towels were washed again… My floor wasn’t flooded anymore and—
I wasn’t flooded anymore.
I WAS EXHAUSTED! …but not flooded. Don’t be flooded.