Thank God for My Dirty Floor
Sharon Jaynes
Today’s Truth
For although they knew God, they neither glorified him as God /nor gave thanks to him,
but their thinking became futile and their foolish hearts were darkened (Romans 1:21).
Friend to Friend
A friend told me of sitting with his father discussing the distribution of his “worldly goods,” when the time came to do so. “My dad had very little joy in his life,” Mike explained. “As we sat /there /discussing who was going to get what /when he died, I saw a pride in him () I had never noticed before. ‘I did all this,’ he said /as he waved his hand around the room like Vanna White. ‘I worked hard and earned it all.’”
“In his mind, he had earned it; he had done it all. Never once did he give thanks to God for all his blessings or acknowledge God’s goodness. There was no gratitude, no thanksgiving, and certainly no joy. His things had become shiny shackles //that kept joy at bay all his life. His things. How sad.”
As Mike told me the story, I thought of Henry War Beecher’s words: “Pride slays thanksgiving…a proud man is seldom a grateful man, for he never thinks () he gets as much as he deserves.” Eyes shut tight to God’s glory.
I am reminded /of an old saying //that stirs and stings: “Gratitude turns [what we have] /into enough.” Always enough. Jesus thanked God /for the two loaves and five fish…and there was more than enough to go around (John 6:1-13).
Gratitude can change your perspective /on the simplest of mundane tasks and transform them into moments of sudden glory. One day I was mopping the kitchen floor and my mood was anything but grateful. I grumbled /with each push of the mop. Complained with each dip in the bucket.
Here I am /mopping this floor again and no one even appreciates it. I feel like this housework is never finished.
Clean today. Dirty tomorrow. Why do I even bother?
Then right in the middle of the kitchen, God showed up. Actually, He was there all along, but my grumbling blinded the eyes of my heart /to recognize His presence. New thoughts began to emerge /as I pushed the mop across the linoleum floor.
I believe () God put them there.
Suppose () you were blind and you couldn’t see the beautiful patterns on the linoleum floor or the spilled juice /by the refrigerator door. Suppose () you were deaf and you couldn’t hear the soothing sound of the soap bubbles /dissolving in the scrub bucket or the rhythmic sound of the mop /being pushed back and forth /across the floor’s hard surface.
Suppose () you were in a wheel chair and you weren’t
strong /enough to stand upright and grasp the wooden handle /in your
nimble hands /to erase the muddy footprints and make the floor shiny and
clean again. Suppose () you didn’t have a home or a family to clean up after.
Suddenly, my grumbling turned into
a song of praise and gratitude. “Thank You, Lord, for the privilege of
mopping this dirty floor. Thank You for the health and strength to hold
this mop in my strong hands and to wrap my agile fingers around its
handle. Thank You for the sight to see the crumbs, the dirt, and the spilled
juice. Thank You for the sense of smell to enjoy the clean fresh scent
of the soap in my bucket. Thank You for the many precious feet that will walk
through this room and dirty it all up again. And Lord, thank You for
the privilege of having a floor to mop and a family to clean up after.
* the sight; eyesight; Visual acuity.(acuity : the ability to hear, see, or think accurately and clearly:)
Let’s Pray
Lord, the words of Romans one strike me to the core. May I never forget to give thanks to You.
[Everything () I have] is because of Your grace in my life.
Forgive me /when I complain. Forgive me /when I am discontent. Thank You for Your many blessings.
In Jesus’ Name,
Amen.