Life’s Lessons


About being committed

By Helen Guilford - Special to The Expositor



As I stepped out of the shower that morning, I once again noticed I needed to change the shower curtain liner. As long as I was doing that, I should just wash the curtain as well. So, after my trip outdoors with Kelly for her morning duty, I took down the curtain. Why not put in the sheers from the patio door? And the living room curtains? Soon the curtains were all in the wash.

When I went to get them out of the machine, things just didn’t seem right. The lights on the control panel weren’t in their usual configuration indicating the load was finished. It seemed that probably the machine had not run its full cycle.

I tried restarting the machine. Nothing. I took the semi-wet curtains to my neighbor and asked her to run them in a complete cycle. Then I called a repairman. The problem was the electronic control panel. That in itself sounded like a death sentence to me, but this machine already had some issues so it was really an easy decision. The next day I was on the receiving end of a new machine.

Though the morning was rainy and nasty, I parked the car outside to allow easier access to the utility room. With the garage empty and the door standing open, I actually looked at the garage! The floor was really dirty! And where had that little squished toad come from? I couldn’t have the deliveryman see that!

Another cleaning spree! I moved things around in the kitchen clearing an adequate path to exchange the appliances, then swept the garage floor. That squished toad had to go!

Soon the exchange was done (without him seeing the toad) and I was left to finish my cleaning. While the washer was out, I had mopped the floor in that area. This would be a good time to mop the rest of the utility room, too. Then, with the kitchen floor space uncovered, I moved to that. Well, why waste this nice clean hot mop water? Only by now, of course, though it was still hot, it really wasn’t very clean any more. Anyway, on to the garage! I might as well clean that floor, too.

So, by the end of my washing machine venture, I also had clean floors. It all needed doing, but it took some commitment on my part.

Sometimes it seems one thing just leads to another so naturally – like from the shower curtain to a full load of curtains, or from mopping the utility room to mopping the utility room, the kitchen and scrubbing down the garage.

We sometimes get in the mood to clean up our lives like that, too. We may decide to stop a habit that isn’t healthful or to begin exercising more, eating better. Maybe we resolve to eat a healthier diet and go to the gym as one neighbor told me he does.

But unless we are truly committed to a changed life style, that resolve usually lasts a rather short time. Truly committed? That usually means the doctor said it was mandatory.

I am committed to a daily walk – not that I’m so good. Oh, no! I credit Kelly with my commitment. If she didn’t need her walk, I certainly wouldn’t get mine even though I realize the need for the exercise to stay healthy.

We can become just as lackadaisical in our spiritual lives. We know we need to spend more time reading the Bible and in prayer. But do we do it? Maybe tomorrow. Or we skip church attendance “just this once”. The weather is too bad, or too good. We’re too tired. Soon we could be among those who say, “We don’t even think about going to church any more.”

Spiritual health is to be guarded and nurtured just like physical health. Be committed to strengthening your spiritual health.

About being committed

By Helen Guilford

Special to The Expositor