The maid who sweeps her kitchen is doing the will of God just as much as the monk who prays, not because she may sing a Christian hymn as she sweeps but because God loves clean floors. --Martin Luther
With the help and prayers of some of those gifts I mentioned a few posts ago, I've made a good bit of progress toward improving my work habits on the job, but my work habits at home remain abysmal. When I walked back in from my vacation Saturday night, I was so disappointed to see what a mess my house was. Today was supposed to be the day to start to fix that, but of course I spent the entire day on this dumb machine until I went to a cookout this afternoon. I got home at 8, which ought to give me at least an hour to really tackle a project, but of course I am back on this dumb machine. Why? Because I don't really believe that God loves clean floors. And because I don't really believe that He loves me. And because I don't really love Him.