Before I went to work this evening I did my other job - clean the house. I would prefer to get a poke in the eye with a sharp stick instead of doing these thankless chores. I pretty much side with the idea that dust is a protective covering for furniture, and I have been protecting my nice things quite well.
The leader of our childrens' ministry had asked if we would host a meeting at our home on Sunday after church. Since we don't have a real church building yet, it's hard to corral little ones once all the ministry equipment is removed and packed away, hence the need to meet somewhere convenient for everyone. It was a pretty good deal for me. I cleaned, my husband and daughter pitched in, and the ministry leader shows up with paper plates, prepared food and cold drinks. (and a good meeting too.)
We have an antique pie safe near the front door. Over it hangs a beautiful print of the Lion and the Lamb and on top of the cabinet is a sculpture of a lion and a lamb, a house warming gift from my sister. About a week before the meeting my daughter had left a lampshade on a chair and I thought it would be funny to put the shade on top the lion's head and see if anyone would notice. Well, after the meeting on my way to the next event that evening, there it was, the lion with a lampshade on it's head, sitting on a nice thick layer of furniture protectant. Then I gave myself the gift of humility and laughter.
