My kitchen/dining room floor gets swept at least once a day. Usually more, but at least once. I never cease to be amazed at how much junk can land on the floor in just a day. This was last night’s loot:
As I was sweeping the floor again, I got thinking. Maybe I was just tired, but hey, the illustration works. That floor and my heart has a lot in common. It gets dirty every single day. And not just a little dirty either. It needs daily sweeping out, otherwise the filth of discontent or bitterness or annoyance or irritability or a host of other junky things builds up in it. I’m sure you know how gross it is to walk barefoot on a dirty floor and get all sorts of bits stuck to the bottom of your foot. When I don’t clean out my heart regularly in prayer before God, then I become like a dirty floor for others to have to walk across. Totally unpleasant. People step over quickly and lightly because spending time around me is crunchy underfoot.
So I keep sweeping.