I’ve had plenty of opportunities to clean lately. To me, cleaning is therapeutic. It’s productive. It’s…cleansing.
One of the things I missed when I moved out of the house where I had lived with my soon-to-be-ex was cleaning. Cleaning and mowing. We had a big house and a big yard – two things I don’t want to care for on my own but two things I have missed at times.
But it’s okay. I find other ways to be productive. Like helping my girls clean the rentals they recently moved out of as they bought their first homes. Cleaning is a way I can serve others. We all live messy lives, but as I clean, I pray over the lives of people who have lived and will live in the same space. That’s one of the reasons I wanted to clean my soon-to-be-ex’s house when I moved out. He might have shoved me out of his life, but I could still show respect in the way I walked away. He had enough mess in his life; if I could leave one aspect of it clean, I would. Just as I prayed for the new people who would move into my girls’ houses as I cleaned, I did the same at my old house. Because in a way, someone I didn’t know would be living there. I had known him but now I didn’t. But that doesn’t mean I couldn’t pray for and show respect for him. So, I cleaned up as much of the mess as I could.