Sunday mornings feel good. It’s the day I look back at what’s been accomplished for the week. A good bit got done, but there’s more to do.
This week I worked on my bedroom.
It had become a place to sleep and not a place to dwell. I was laying in bed one night and all I could think about was what was under my bed.
When was the last time I looked under my bed? What was being stored there? When was the last time it was thoroughly cleaned?
The next morning, I found the answers.
My daughter had a guitar case and a couple of plastic bins of clothing under my bed. She has a platform bed and cannot store anything underneath, so I offered my space. It was a collection of dust and dog hair under there, so this had to change. The top of her wardrobe was empty, so I placed the bins up there. The guitar case is by the back door awaiting storage.
I moved the bed to another location in the room and cleaned the floor during it’s move.
Also, as I was laying in bed that night, I found myself staring at an empty wall wondering what time it was. I rolled over and grabbed my phone from the bedside table, but the light hurt my eyes. I wanted a clock on that wall.
“Go big, or go home,” is my thinking.
I see God working in the details of my life.
The really good stuff is in the details my darling, and sometimes that begins by looking under the bed.
I have an old pair of jeans full of holes. I wear them on Sunday and call them my holy jeans. 🙂
My favorite thing to do on Sunday mornings is hop in my truck, roll the windows down, and take a drive. The air coming through the windows feels good this time of year. I heard this song during my drive this morning and want to share.
Keep writing and planting seeds my darlins.
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