We’ve been trying to get the house ready to put on the market. Wait, I should say, Ray has been working diligently to get the house ready to put on the market. I’ve been halfheartedly trying to get my act together and keep the house cleaned. It hasn’t been going well.

I’m constantly in a battle with Bria. For every one thing I put away she gets three things out, in the middle of the floor, usually with food thrown in. I’m trying to explain to my big girl helpers that even though it’s summer and they want to play, we need to keep trying to keep the house at least picked up. Often this ends with a conversation that goes something like this.

“Arleigh, I appreciate that you wanted to help by mopping the floor,” (with something sticky) “but really I could use your help by just putting your guitar away.”

or there’s…

“Thanks for trying to wash the windows Hanan but could you just put your dirty panties in the hamper…”

We have the “Arleigh I appreciate that you want to use and entire can of Pledge on one bookcase, but could you put your books away first.””

And the, “Thanks for cleaning the bathroom with an entire container of Clorox wipes Hanan. You may have missed the 5 tubes of toothpaste in the sink when you wiped down the cabinet. Could you just put the 10 bows, 3 hairbrushes, detangling spray, and 23 rubber bands back in the drawer where they belong?”

All that to say God was trying to teach me something. I had big plans. Plans to change everything. I had to stop and listen to him today. I was told to wait. Cleaning up the world is a great thing to do but maybe I need to pay attention to the 1,000 little things right in front of me. Not what I wanted to hear. I’m not patient. I want to tackle the big project, not the save your money, sell your house, move your kids and try to minister to the people around you while you still can project.

I learned my lesson through my kids. Get the little stuff done first. Now, how do I teach my kids that same lesson?