I was at the old house and cleaning by 9:15am this morning. I scrubbed walls, I wiped down baseboards, I cleaned window frame and doorjams, I swept, I mopped, I worked up a sweat. And that was just the FIRST room.
Then another room.
I was supposed to have several people come over and help me clean. But they weren’t available, it was completely up to me. I only had today, then Monday and Tuesday but I couldn’t count on either of those days in case I was called for a Jury.
After the first hour or so, I began quoting portions of scripture to myself, seeking strength from my Creator; knowing full well, I (in my own strength) wasn’t capable of cleaning that entire house by myself. I am well aware of my physical limitations, so I sought an outside source – or should I say “an inside source”.
I remember several times climbing up a small step-stool and praying LORD you help Aunt Mert when she has things like this to do, I need the same strength you give her.
And a little over eight hours later I finally called it quits. I just couldn’t take another step. I was beyond exhausted. I had no strength left inside me, but I was amazed at how much I was able to accomplish and how long I had been able to work.