I’m Thankful for Mondays

Every Monday, I clean my house, and I mean my WHOLE house. Starting somewhere around 7 a.m., I sweep, vacuum, wash, wipe, twist, and flop. Okay, maybe the last two are an exaggeration, but I certainly stay busy all day. In between washing toilets, folding laundry, and sweeping floors, I start to feel rather wasted, and I don’t mean tired. 
I feel wasted as in I (my brain, beliefs, skills, purpose in life) have been condensed to the seemingly useless task of taking whatever it is I’m holding in my hand at the time and moving it up and down. Is this what I got a college degree for? Am I meant to spend my life cleaning, so that it can get dirty again, so that I can clean it again? What happened to teaching and loving children and changing lives? Why has God placed me here? 
It’s in moments of discontentment like this that I start running a list of verses through my head. I have found them and learned them especially for Monday.
Ecclesiastes 12:13-14 “Now all has been heard; here is the conclusion of the matter: Fear God and keep his commandments, for this is the duty of all mankind.” 

Psalm 138:8 “The Lord will fulfill his purpose for me; your steadfast love, O Lord, endures forever. Do not forsake the work of your hands.” 

Micah 6:8 “He hath shewed thee, O man, what is good; and what doth the Lord require of thee, but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God.
Those last five words seem to be the best for me to remember since they are the hardest for me to keep. “Walk humbly with thy God.” 
In my life, in the situation God has given me, (the very blessed situation), I am called to walk to the bathroom, wipe down the toilet, and do it humbly. And the beauty of it all is that God has blessed me with toilets to clean. Not only are they a material blessing, but they are also a spiritual blessing. Because, who really can wipe down a toilet in pride? Perhaps all Christians should clean toilets on a regular basis just for the blessing of it.  
And that’s why Mondays are perhaps my most fulfilling day of the week. They are the days I clean, and I pray, sing, listen to sermons, remembering that whether I walk to the stove or the dryer I am called to walk humbly. On Thanksgiving Eve, I am thankful for Mondays filled with work, filled with time to worship my Savior. 
I wrote this simple poem just for Monday. 

Oh little task before me, 

Though toilsome you may be,

Is joyous in the doing, 

If only I will see, 

That every chore is given,

However mean or great,

To teach my heart it’s purpose,

Remind me of my state.

For work reminds each simple man,

Whoever he may be,

That ever soul has but one task, 

Glorifying Thee.