OCD

When Daughter # 2 was about 8 years old, I thought perhaps we had an OCD child. She would get up each morning during the school year; get ready for school, make her bed placing each stuffed animal and doll in exactly the same place each day. After breakfast, she would sit down at the piano and practice until time for school. Now, when she reached her teen years, it was a different story. She wasn't OCD after all.

I'm not OCD by any stretch of the imagination. However, three things I regularly do every morning. I make our bed (well, except for Sunday when I might want an afternoon nap) and I clean our kitchen and bathroom. When those three things are done, all's right with my little world. My husband is even good at cleaning the stove and microwave. And, if there are water spots on the faucet, he dutifully cleans and shines those.

I was thinking this morning as I wiped the counter tops that if I spent as much time being sure my heart was clean as I spend cleaning our home, perhaps God would be more pleased with me.

"Create in me a new, clean heart, O God, filled with clean thoughts and right desires. " Psalm 51:10Living Bible (TLB)