Praise Mop

I have a mop. In fact I have two and they both have fancy self wringing features... Very cool mops. One sponge, one rope. But I don't usually use my mops. I prefer to clean my floors on my hands and knees. I learned that from my Daddy who took care of our family's mopping chores until I was about 12. I prefer to mop that way. I can see the dirt, get into the corners, know the job is getting done right. Plus I have some very smooth knee dance moves.

But today I tackled our floors with my rope mop and am quite satisfied with that. I've been wanting to mop since I got home from the hospital and, since I've been banned from being in public (ergo, no church) I figured I'd have my own version of praise and worship. I'm taking a wee break right now and will vacuum in a few minutes.

Oh, I know there are some who would say I am desicrating the Sabbath, but this is Sunday, not the Sabbath, and I am mopping to the glory of GOD, and quite frankly, He and I seem to be quite at peace - actually pleased - with that. Then there are some who would question whether bedrest and mopping are really compatible, but I say if God has given me the energy and desire to dance before the Lord with my mop, I am resting in His love. So, naysayers begone! I'm having a glorious Sunday moring mopping up with the Lord, thank you. It's SO good to be alive!!!