A few months back our neighbor slipped on some ice while she was out walking. Her right forearm bore the brunt of her fall, and she shattered the bones. We’re talking some major hardware to get her bones all put back in place and secured. She’s married to a wonderful man, but he’s not able to take care of something like that, so she called on a few of us in the ‘hood to help out. One of us dropped in to see her every day, changed bandages, fed the birds, etc.
She wanted to say thanks in a practical, tangible way, even though we assured her that we didn’t want a thank you gift. She insisted, and her gift arrived today.
At 8:30, 3 gruff looking guys rolled into our driveway, armed to the teeth with squeegies and sponges. Betsy had arranged to have our windows cleaned!
This was a first for us. Not having clean windows; having someone come into our home to clean. And these guys were thorough! They took every window out of the wall, scrubbed and wiped em all clean. I was a little uncomfortable and embarrassed at the dirt they encountered along the way. A couple of the guys remarked at how dirty the water got as they went about their work. And they saw all our junk, all the cobwebs and crud that we overlook each day. I imagined what they must have been thinking as they made their way through our house…
But you know what stuck with me? We have clean windows! And my wife and I didn’t have to do it; it came as a gift from our neighbor who wanted to love on us.
Clean feels good. Do you know what I mean? The windows are sparkling, and the light pours into the house. It feels a bit like grace and forgiveness…
Yessir, clean feels good.
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