I'm a pretty fastidious individual when it comes to keeping a clean house.
I pick up the house before I head to bed every night, make sure the floors are swept/vacuumed and the bathroom is kept clean.
I'm a bit obsessive about keeping a clean/empty sink in the kitchen (the dishwasher is the most used appliance in my house) and I truly believe that the folks in R&D at Proctor & Gamble who created the Swiffer line should be awarded the Nobel Peace Prize in Science for the amazing stuff they put on the shelves at Target.
If you were to walk in my humble abode right now, you'd be greeted by a pleasant aroma of my clean home, afforded by the many odoriferous cleaning agents I use and the hundreds of plug-ins scattered around the house (an empty outlet is a cardinal sin)
BUT...
This evening, when I got home, there was a note stuck in my door from the managment at Austin Ranch saying someone would be in my home on Monday to check for needed repairs, and do general maintenance.
You would think that someone REALLY important was expected at my homestead, because I've been in a frenzy pulling out furniture, vacuuming behind it, cleaning under sinks, cleaning out closets, using the crevice tool, wiping off baseboards, and the list goes on and on and on...
Why the frenzy? Because the maintenance men go where no one else goes. They go to those deep dark recesses of my house. They'll see the dust balls and crud pileup in those hard to reach places that even I refuse to see 99.9% of the time, my deepest, darkest, cruddiest, ickiest, dirtiest corners....
That got me to thinking.
When you look at me, you see a runner (cum fledling triathlete) who's obsessed with eating 'clean' foods and getting at least a gallon of fluid in my system everyday. Taking care of myself physically and presenting a "put together" individual is important to me.
Getting my workouts at the gym in three to five times a week is like unto what purgatory would be if it existed, but I do it anyway. For the most part, I try to get at least seven hours of rest and do more reading than watching television and have become a freakishly-addicted player of Sudoku in an effort to "exercise" my mind.
So when you step back and take a birds eye view of me, you see the clean house with vanilla plug-ins filling every empty socket. Beds made, kitchen and bathrooms clean, you see a facade of tidiness.
But daily, when Christ looks in the deepest recesses of my house, my heart...hmmm...wow...He sees....
...I've gotta go, I've got some corners to clean....
hrig’s Disease) last fall. A couple years ago, I got an email from her responding to my feedback from my workouts. In her email she told me about the triathlon she’d just competed in in Australia and how she was headed back to the states to compete in what would be her last duathlon.