I began to feel sorry for myself as the never-ending housework engulfed me. I realized the only time I’d “relaxed” that day was while I ate dinner. After cooking and cleaning the kitchen I had gone back into clean up mode once the baby was asleep. With each stroke of the broom I let bitterness creep into my heart.
Swish…Why didn’t he at least offer to help me with the evening household chores?
Swish…Hmph. He could have at least taken the diaper pail bag outside to the trash can.
Swish…I wish he would have loaded these clothes in the car for me.
Swish…I do everything around here. (Not true but I sure thought it.)
Swish…I’ve been cleaning for hours! I sure wish I had some help!
Meanwhile, my husband was upstairs peacefully playing worship music on his keyboard.
Does this story sound familiar? (Luke 10:38-42)
As I lamented one of my favorite scriptures popped into my head, “Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord… It is the Lord Christ you are serving.” (Colossians 3:23-24) My sweeping began to feel a little lighter and I smiled. I started thinking about people on my prayer list and I said a quick prayer for them. Then I had the thought, “I am preparing my home for Jesus.” I got excited. Making sure the floor was clean and papers were organized now seemed like an honor. I started to think about what household tasks lay ahead for the next day and I actually felt a sense of delight as I contemplated finishing those projects as well.
Let me note that this has never happened to me. I have read stories about women who are so submitted to God that they cook and clean and feel the glory of the Lord as the lemony scent of disinfectant swirls around their home. That is not my story. But on this day I actually felt a glimmer of that contentment.
My work load did not change. My perspective changed.
A change in perspective can turn a jaded spirit into a joyful song, a mundane moment into a moment of opportunity and bitterness into blessings.
Dare I say I have had a break through?