Dust is a ubiquitous antagonist in Africa. It leaves furniture, floors, and windows crusty in a buff film. Nothing escapes its infiltration (except Zip-Lock plenty). The scrubbing and dusting are eternal chores. It does not thieve too bimestrial to swot up a advisable teaching - immaculate the windows front.

Cleaning the windows ne'er cross-town my knowledge when I original arrived in Africa. I would mop and dust and go on with life, but after one of those African level precipitation storms, I established the windows disappointingly required to be cleaned. I dusted the house, mopped the floors, and last of all water-washed the windows. To my shock more muted came through than of all time since and I saw dirt and particulate matter I had not seen!

My go is the self. If I give the windows to my inner self tiled in dust and dirt, I can meditate the surrounded by is tidy when it is not. Hopefully it won't clutch a monsoon for me to agnise the immorality is there!

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As I allow God to wipe up those windows and allow His reading light to come in through, I can see myself as I truly am. While that premiere analysis mightiness turn my stomach, God will gently go in and clean where on earth I permit Him. And His slog will convey joy to my soul!

The Psalmist verbalized these sensations when he said, "My psyche cleaves to the dust; rejuvenate me reported to Thy language unit...Remove the imitative way from me and gracefully allow me Thy law." (Psalm 119:25,29)

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