I've said it before (and recently too) that I don't like to clean. Ulgh. And I feel guilty when my husband comes home and spends time cleaning...something I feel like I should do.
I have a new inspiration for cleaning though. I have a bottom-feeder moving around my house. Brennan is quickly approaching the crawling stage. He's moving fast with his little army crawl. And when he sees something on the floor that he wants, he can get to it pretty fast. Of course whatever he gets goes straight to his mouth.
It's like we just got out of that baby-proofing stage and we're right back in it again! Bella still puts stuff in her mouth, but not like him. Everything goes to his mouth.
So, for the safety of my child, I must clean. It's extrinsic motivation, but I would love to have some intrinsic motivation too. Coming from the inside...knowing that I would enjoy it.
I think I'm going to read Practicing the Presence of God by Brother Lawrence. I know he talked about building a relationship with God while doing the dishes at the monastery he was a part of. Maybe I'll start posting insights from my reading...