My boyfriend’s house is very dusty. I have tried to ignore that because I know that is just a “boyfriend” thing. Plus he is such a sweet man it really doesn’t matter what his house looks like.

It is amusing to me as to how I can tell if a man has had a lady in their life lately. (This is another reason why I don’t mind my boyfriend’s house being dusty. Better his house be dusty than another woman dusting it.)

If their furniture is polished and clean well then you can bet they have had a recent girlfriend. If it is too perfect I get freaked out because then that means that they are OCD and that is just unusual.

I don’t spend a lot of time at my boyfriend’s house and he is excellent about keeping his house picked up so it doesn’t look that bad, it is just dusty and the floors are dirty too.

He is at his mother’s house this week though and I offered to go take care of his kitties a couple of times while he was out of town. He got the kitties from me so I figured it was my duty.

While I was over there I told him I would clean up a bit for him. I had no idea how much work that was going to be. I not only cleaned up a whole tarnation of dust bunnies but I swear I took care of some dust jack rabbits too.

I still have more to do. I think I will spend at least two-three days over there.

Today as I was dusting his furniture I thought about how nice it looked after I had dusted and polished the wood. I thought that that must be how my heart looks to God when I confess and repent of my sin, clean and polished by the blood of Jesus.

On the way home from his house I was listening to NPR and an interview on Judaism.

The conversation covered the possibility of someone converting to Judaism. The interviewer asked if once someone converts to Judaism if they are treated differently, like they really don’t belong because they were not born a Jew.

The man said that there is no word in the Hebrew language which translates into convert. He said once you decide you are a Jew the other Jews treat you as if you had always been a Jew.

Kind of like how God sees us once we accept Jesus as our savior. Makes me wonder why I allow the memories of my sins to tarnish the beauty that God wants to see when He gazes at my heart.