One day as I observed the thick layer of dust on every surface in my home…
Dust is my friend. It shows me that I don’t value it. I don’t measure it. I don’t get run by it. The exterior doesn’t run the interior. The interior is in charge. The unseen. The unobservable. The inner being. The hidden. That is what I want displayed. My inner. And in order to desire that, I need to appreciate all the work you have done in me Lord to be able to love and value the inner. The little things are the big things. I can sit and sing inside and ignore the nonsense on the outside. I can separate and know that the nonsense doesn’t define me. It looks for me to jump and respond and react and be bullied but I don’t. I won’t.
Excerpt from An Encourager’s Heart