I really dislike cleaning our bathrooms.
I can feel myself frowning as I do it.
As I was cleaning today,
I began praying for my family.
I prayed for Ryan as I washed the white sink that
has little whiskers peppering it.
And the mirror with water splatters covering it.
Thanking God for how hard he works for us.
I prayed for my boys as I scrubbed the toilets
and cloroxed the pee splatters all around and on the toilet.
Is it that hard to actually hit the bowl?
These boys are not that far off the ground.
Their accuracy is not good.
I'll spare you a picture.
Thanking God that they are healthy and active.
I prayed for the little boys as I was bending over the tub.
Thanking God that they are such good friends,
even as I could hear them fighting in the other room.
I prayed for my girl as I put the brushes and hair bands away.
Thanking God for her talents.
And by the end of my cleaning,
I found myself humming praise songs to God.
Who knew you could find fingerprints of God
in the bathroom?
I Thessalonians 5:16-18
Be joyful always;
give thanks in all circumstances,
for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus.
Each week Beki at therustedchain hosts Fingerprint Friday and uses a song by Steven Curtis Chapman as a springboard. Join in. It's a great way to be reminded of God's presence.
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