cleaning day

My thoughts are all over the place this morning. Two things I'll grab before I hop in my PT: a granola bar and this prayer.

O God, most high, most glorious, the thought of Thine infinite serenity cheers me, for I am toiling and moiling, troubled and distressed, but Thou art for ever at perfect peace. Thy designs cause thee no fear or care of unfulfilment, they stand fast as the eternal hills. Thy power knows no bond, Thy goodness no stint. Thou bringest order out of confusion, and my defeats are Thy victories: The Lord God omnipotent reigneth.

Properly armed, I will go forth and conquer. Why scrub and polish the physical temple while the spiritual one languishes?

Ladies, we have a church to clean!