Wednesday, April 9, 2014

April 9: Gratitude Thirty-Six

Tonight, I am grateful for a clean house.

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

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