With seven people living here, our stove top (hob) is in high
demand. An induction hob, it was fairly new to me when our household numbers
expanded, and I wasn’t aware of the need to clean it well after every use.
Especially when frying.
I’m aware now.
I’d vaguely noticed a dull circle developing around the
central ring, and I did give it a wipe between one dinner production and the
next, but my cursory cleaning didn’t do the trick. So, a couple of days ago, I
thought I’d just get rid of it.
Hah. I’m still working on it. Last night Don joined in the
fun. Maybe in another day or two …
It made me think of how easy it is to overlook the dirt as
it accumulates, the dirt in my life. The critical thoughts. The quick-tempered
words. The despair over politics and the environment.
Keep short accounts with God, is the advice I’ve often
heard. Go to him daily for a clean-up. Otherwise, as happened to my hob, we
stop reflecting the light of God and instead live dulled-down lives. The joy
that is ours in Jesus goes.
We are really working hard to remove the last vestiges of
solidified grease and dirt. Jesus worked hard, too. He paid a high price to
clean me up. He paid the price once and for all, but I still pick up dirt in my
daily life. May I be more mindful of the toughened stains on my hob, and clean
them daily as I also take time with God to allow him to restore the me he
created.
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