house work

Man sitting on kitchen floor eating spilled spaghetti with sauce on his face and clothes — Image generated via AI.

One of my favorite stores is “The Container Store.” I like it because they sell things that contain other items and keep them in their place. I was raised to believe that everything has a place and that there is a place for everything. I love being organized. I think that is because I have a touch of OCD, but when the house is clean, I feel calm.

Funny thing, I have observed over time. If people walk into your home and don’t see clutter, they assume your house is clean, and if they see items strewn all over the place, they may think your home is dirty.

A clean, uncluttered house and a clean, uncluttered heart speak the same quiet language: peace, order, and room for God to dwell. One is physical, the other spiritual — but both reveal what we allow to accumulate and what we intentionally remove.

A tidy home feels lighter. When the counters are clear and the floors aren’t hidden under piles, you breathe easier. Clutter steals peace because it constantly whispers, “You still have work to do.” Jesus taught the same principle about the inner life: “For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also” (Matthew 6:21). Clutter — physical or spiritual — reveals what we’ve been treasuring, tolerating, or ignoring.

A house doesn’t stay clean by accident. Dust settles. Mail piles up. Life creates messes. The heart works the same way. If we don’t tend to it daily, spiritual clutter creeps in, such as resentment, worry, pride, and distraction. Scripture calls us to this rhythm: “Examine yourselves” (2 Corinthians 13:5). Just like wiping counters, self‑examination is a daily act of stewardship.

Every home has a drawer or closet we avoid. Our hearts have them too — the attitudes we hide, the habits we excuse, the wounds we bury. David prayed, “Search me, O God… and see if there is any wicked way in me” (Psalm 139:23–24). He invited God into the closets, not just the living room. A clean heart isn’t about perfection. It’s about honesty.

Sometimes a house needs more than a quick tidy. It needs a purge, a scrub, and a reset. Spiritually, this is repentance — not shame, but surrender. David cried, “Create in me a clean heart, O God” (Psalm 51:10). Deep cleaning is God’s specialty. He removes what we’ve grown used to and restores what we’ve lost.

A clean home feels welcoming. A clean heart becomes a place where God delights to dwell. Jesus said, “We will come to him and make our home with him” (John 14:23). When the heart is uncluttered, God’s peace has room to settle.

People notice when a home is peaceful. They notice when a heart is peaceful, too. Jesus said,
“Let your light shine before others” (Matthew 5:16). A clean heart shines — not because it’s flawless, but because it’s free.

A clean house brings calm.
A clean heart brings Christ.

One requires effort.
The other requires surrender.
Both reveal what we value.

April works hard at a manufacturing facility. They build things that use extremely tiny parts, tiny screws, etc. Since I am retired, I willingly keep the house, including doing the laundry. If you wash the clothes in your household, you also know that you find things inside the washing machine from time to time.

The other day, I found a small screw. Actually, the one pictured here. At first, I was upset. This washing machine terrorist could easily get through one of the holes in the machine that the water drains through. Who knows what kind of damage that could cause? This is not the first time I have found one, either. I have asked April several times to check her pockets before putting things in the dirty clothes basket. Often, she doesn’t do this. Her favorite item to overlook is tissues. Yep, they make a mess!

So, while I was angry, thinking about how I would complain, chew her out, or make an issue out of it, I heard the Holy Spirit whisper, “Don’t say a word.” I think it is part of my Heaven Training Program to become a “quiet man.” (See the previous post but not right now. After you finish reading this one.) I know my high standard of perfection, and my unreachable expectations come from my parents. I know they meant well, as do I, but there is a way to point things out where people hear you but don’t feel bad. You know, like God does.

God loves us enough not to leave us the way we are.

God disciplines those He loves. (Prov. 3:12)

I want April to learn about life here in America. That simple mistakes can have expensive consequences. If I leave this world before her, I wouldn’t want her to suffer when a little carefulness can spare her hardship. I know God would help her, though, and bless her as she lives a life pleasing him and as she honors him. I think my parents had the same desire for me.

I’ve decided to keep the tiny screw and perhaps even put it in a case and display it where I can be reminded as often as needed till I learn to apply the message of that little sermon. Many people take notes while the minister is preaching, but how many reviews those notes afterward? I am thankful for the tiny sermon. I’m glad God still speaks in small ways. Now, if I could only get April to leave money in her pockets.

Brady, Mark A.

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