There’s something about housekeeping that makes me think of the gospel. The hard parts of the gospel.
If this isn’t already apparent by my tone, I am not a diligent housekeeper. I take little pleasure in the daily grind of tidying and dishes, and even less in laundry. I do it faithfully for one day a week and rest from my labors another five, then play catch-up and resolve anew to stay on top of my responsibilities only to slip again into a coma when faced with the laundry yet again.
However, there are times when I put the housekeeping first that I find a small, peaceful space embedded in the tedium. My hands are busy so my mind is free and sometimes, sometimes I receive revelation while standing at the kitchen sink, up to my elbows in greasy dishwater.
Sometimes Sunday School is the housekeeping of my gospel experience: it can be repetitive and tedious. But then there are times, as this hymn outlines, that sitting in my meetings I “learn the will of God/For wisdom seeking, that [my] feet/May walk the narrow road.”
I believe that part of our spiritual housekeeping is doing the little things every day that invite the Spirit into our lives, much like it’s part of a successful housekeeping habit to make your bed first thing every morning (or so I hear). Part of this is diligence, part of it is humility, and part of it is believing that your small sacrifices will matter in the end.