Can I boast in the Lord for a minute? He has been giving me lots of joy in my household tasks the last few days. Whoever has been praying that for me, thank you! It has made such a difference. With the exception of one day, my house has been clean for a week!
Tonight I was about to put The Mister to bed when I saw that our glass dining room table had crumbs all over it from dinner. (Before you call me June Cleaver - it was Chick-fil-a.) I love my glass table from Bombay Company that I begged and pleaded with Curtis to buy me while we were engaged. I'm sure I swore that I would use it forever and ever amen. Not having any money to our names back then, we bought the floor model. "Floor model" means that the chairs all had missing or loose screws and 5 years later are falling apart. At least its pretty. But there is nothing that irks me more than seeing that lovely glass surface covered with crumbs, streaks, fingerprints and water rings from our glasses. I sweetly commissioned Curtis to clean off the table while I put Jackson to sleep.
When I emerged from the nursery, the table was still a mess. I really wanted to light the candle in the center of the table and I could never do that while french fry residue was desecrating it. I chose to concentrate on how clean and pleasant the rest of the house was and not bring up the table again. He would get to it in his own time. (Wow, I did it right for once!)
A little while later I saw that Hubs was concentrating very hard on something in front of the computer and scribbling in a notebook. I was suddenly moved, thinking he must be preparing his Sunday school lesson or getting ready for the Greek class he's taking this fall. I am so blessed to have this godly husband, I thought. I grabbed a paper towel and some Windex and went to work on the table. If he was working that hard, I could certainly do this one chore for him.
A few minutes ago he rose from the couch with a manly grunt. He opened his notebook to show me page upon page of research he had just done. It was neatly organized in his notebook, line by line. Fantasy football rankings, babe! By position! Here I have my quarterbacks, wide receivers, tight ends, kickers, defenses... Cause I'm gonna win again this year, babe!
I know I'm not alone in this. Fantasy football wives, the LORD bless us and keep us; the LORD make His face to shine upon us and be gracious to us; the LORD turn His face toward us and give us peace. Amen.