i love to vacuum. it is this almost easy, effortless smoothing over of home’s presence and pathways leaving a feeling of clean-slated that enters in and hovers for a time.
the dining room table and chairs are furniture first to vacuum under and around. what to expect has already been seen in passing and with a quick tipping of chairs or a moment to slide to the side, it is done without pause.
but not the couch. i leave it last or ’til tomorrow. it is heavy and twice the doing with cushions to be lifted and dark underneath for reaching into. i do not know what i am going to find until after door is stepped through and once visible, it is only discomfort to deny.
there is often over-looked, cared-less, left-behind messiness that evidences my doing and choosing. made only worse in time stretched to avoid. but after sighing resolution and relief at the done, i am certain the couch is lighter in the moving back. not from crumbs and crayons and plastic cowboys gone—-from clean-slated complete.
whoever conceals his transgressions will not prosper,
but he who confesses and forsakes them will obtain mercy.
proverbs 28:13 (ESV)