Praying? I do it without ceasing.
School? It’s a cinch.
But dusting? Now there’s a challenge.
I remember disliking dusting since childhood. Mom made my sister and me dust each week, I think it was on Friday. We didn’t have to dust a lot, just our rooms, but it seemed to be a huge task.
If you’ll look behind my cute cousins, you’ll see my bedroom shelf, wherein lay my difficulty. Because dusting involved picking up each little doo-dad, dusting beneath it, and then putting it back. I remember fervently wishing I could just dust around items, but this was not allowed. To this day, I often decide not to set something out because I don’t want to have to dust under it.
And if you asked me what was hard, dusting would undoubtedly still be on my list. If you come to visit, just don’t look too closely. After all, there are other things to do …
What was hard for you as a child? Is it still a challenge today?