The Eve of the Sabbath

Confession number one: Its been nagging at me.
To start blogging has been on my mind constantly, so I finally gave in.  Not because I think I have anything new to offer anyone, but because I want it to stop nagging me.  I hope it works.
I decided to bite the blog bullet on the eve of my second "day of rest" sabbath.  My first one was two weeks ago, spontaneously inspired by my friend who is reading the book "Weird" by Craig Groeschel. (I haven't read it yet, but she likes it, so until I get to it, I'm benefiting by association) Since it was so last minute, the house was a hot mess when we went to bed on saturday night.  It drove me crazy at first; resting while there were dishes in the sink, clothes piled on the floor of the laundry room and countless projects screaming to be finished, but by the end of the day I had released them all, knowing I could hit them full force on Monday.
And you know, I think it did something.  I am consistently inconsistent about keeping the house clean. Not in an outwardly way, but that "dirty little secret" way.  Like my dust mop might need to be dusted before I can use it. Spring cleaning isn't supposed to happen EVERY spring, right? And for the love of all that is sacred and beautiful, please don't go in the master bathroom!   But in the last couple of weeks I've notice a couple of little, but hopeful changes..... I've gone to bed with the kitchen counter cleared off more than before.  My laundry isn't quite so backed up.  My dishes don't sit for an embarrassing amount of time. And tonight, on the brink of my second experimental sabbath, my house is clean, ready to chill with us.  Its not perfect, but tomorrow there will be fewer projects and chores to scream at me. I feel great about what I have gotten done this past week. And, I have a feeling that tomorrow's relaxation will empower me to get even more done next week.... I cant wait to see.