Dust Everywhere

A few weeks ago my dad visited me and my boys to help out with childcare while I was at a conference and to tear down a wall.

My dining room had a hideous built-in bar, which I hated!  I've been told that no man in their right mind tears out a bar...one always needs a place for their whiskey, scotch, and gin.  Well, since I'm not a man and have no need for a bar built out of glossy olive green tiles and mirrored walls...out it came.

I actually wasn't at home to see the demolition, which I think is a good thing.  I came home to the walls being rebuilt with drywall and tape and paste and possibly a few more nails than necessary, since my house was built in 1935 and everything seems to need to be 'retrofitted'.

My dad vowed to have the walls ready to be primed by the time he left.  Painting I can do, but building walls is not my gift.  True to his word, the walls were done and it was 'cleaned up'.

I use the words 'cleaned up' very loosely.  Firstly, (and maybe this is only my experience) men just don't have the same idea of clean as women do.  So, yes, all the tools and paste were put away, but what remained was dust.

Everywhere.

There was dust in the china cabinet, in the rug, on the baseboards, in the grooves of the wood floor.  And, if I walked into that room I soon carried that dust with me into other rooms in the house.  I was inundated.

So, I set to work to wipe and vacuum up all the dust.  This could not be more of a frustrating task.  I would wipe the table with a damp cloth to pick up the dust and half of it would come up and the other half would remain - leaving gooey, pasty streaks.

So, I would wipe again.  Vacuum again.
Eventually, I got most of it wiped up, except inside the china cabinet.  I'm leaving that for a day when I have nothing to do and feel like polishing silver or something (which won't be until Jesus comes, so I'm basically ignoring it).

But, this morning...there's dust again.  It's in my ductwork, I think.  I just can't seem to get rid of it.

And for some reason this seems like such a nice marriage of Ash Wednesday and Pentecost.  Dust and wind. Maybe we should use drywall compound on Ash Wednesday?  I'm kidding, of course.

But I am thinking today about how I thought that dust was gone - and it wasn't.  How I hadn't really considered the airducts in this whole scenario - and their hidden movement.

In an age when I feel like we are constantly wondering, "Where is God?" and "What's God doing?" and "Why doesn't God just do something?"...I am reminded that God remains, even when we think we don't see Him and that we can't get rid of Her no matter how hard we try.  Praise God for that!  And...the Spirit...She's quiet and powerful at the same time and He's simultaneously subversive and  revolutionary.

Dust everywhere.
On you.  On me.  In the core of the earth and the stars light years away.