I spent a good portion of my evening sweeping, mopping, vacuuming, and scrubbing. The air smells like citrus, and the water in the toilet bowl is blue. I love sitting in a clean home. It makes me feel calm, in control. Even if the world is falling apart.
I know I'm not in control of my life. That's been proven to me over and over these last few months. But I'm pretty sure that, when I get to heaven, it's going to smell like Lemon Pledge. Maybe Pine Sol. And the sky will be clean as Windex.
Saint Marty's sure of that.
|The smell of paradise|