Escape into cleaning. What? Are you feverish?

Hear me out. I had four generations in my home on Sunday, and I don’t have a big house.  Great grandpa was watching football. His grandchildren sat around him on their phones. The great-grands ran inside- then outside, then inside.  A swing, game of croquet, a sandbox and a spilled box of legos- spread hither. How is one to escape?  When five of the great-grands left, I stepped past the puzzles and legos and went outside to the sandbox.  I contemplated digging and making some mud pies, but the littles had left more sand out than in.  So I did the only respectable thing for the daughter, mom, and grandma- I cleaned.  It was solitary, and it felt good to re right something in my hectic day. (Yep, you're right- it was sand, plastic play cups, and shovels). BUT it was an escape for a few minutes that set my soul back up again.


Get your journal out:

What was the last thing you did, that helped your soul escape or reset?

Tell Jesus what it means that He would give you “His Peace.”

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.  John 14:27 NIV