Vices come undone
by You Have My Word
I clean when I’m stressed. Call it a vice – call it whatever. This last week was quite stressful and I’ve found that there is only so much you can clean. Then what?
My source of sanity and strength shouldn’t come from arranging coffee mugs by colour or scrubbing pots till my reflection looks better than the real thing.
My saving grace should be trust in a God that is greater than anything. I’m learning. What’s your vice? What are you learning?