by Jennifer Dyer
Stella, the steam cleaner, has saved many a day around our house. With an autistic child and an elderly dog, Stella comes out to help almost daily. She should have a cape…
Yesterday, while caring for eldest who was experiencing another bout with strep throat, I discovered that the elderly dog had … confused the carpet with the great outdoors. To make matters worse, Rachel, my sweet 8-year-old with autism, had decided that if the dog gets to do it, so can she… Meaning, my poor carpet had a bad day.
Anyway, I wasn’t happy about the multiple messes, not to mention that the house was beginning to smell like an old privy carpet. Plus, I had JUST steam cleaned carpet the day before. Why was I having to do it again? Not only that, but I was tired and I had work to do, and I was so sick of messes taking up all my time and energy. It wasn’t fair! Blah, blah, blah…
Yes, I was being a big whiny baby and making the mistake of comparing my life to other’s, along with feeling quite sorry for myself… When I pulled out Stan (he is Stella’s twin brother that belongs to my parents–Stella is out on location saving another house from a naughty dog), I let the not-so-soothing motor drown out my whiny thoughts. That’s when I FINALLY started to pray. Wow, was I making it all about me, or what? I had been about to throw myself a pity-party.
Instead of whining and why-me-ing, I knew I had to focus on being thankful. Either that or lose IT. Even though it was hard at first, I started with the basics. “Lord, thank your for Stan and Stella. Thank you that my parents bought us a steam cleaner in the first place then lent us theirs. Thank you for carpet. Thank you for our house. Thank you that I have enough towels to clean up these messes. Thank you that I have a washing machine to wash my towels…” I kept going from there, thanking the Lord for more and more things. My heart lifted with each little thank you.
I can never thank Him for everything. There is not enough time (and I mean that literally) to thank God for everything He has ever done, but I can start small and keep going from there. Whenever my heart-itude gets hardened by stress, anger, defeat, or even piddle spots, I find my spirit uplifted and renewed more with each thank-you to the Lord.
May you find a bright spot of thankfulness in your day, my friends!
And, in case you have some of the same steam cleaning needs, here is a link to Stella’s sisters and brothers… Bissell