Dust if you Must

Since I have posting about resolutions, time wasters, time drainers and decluttering. I thought I would share this with you all. You might have already seen it, but I thought I would send it on anyway. It appears as I have been decluttering the house and my office that there is a lot of dust that was hidden. Maybe that was the purpose for the clutter after all. My husband doesn't think to dust, I don't take the time to dust, but put a clothe or one of those feather dusters in our children's hand and they will dust away and then get in a fight over who dusted what and that they wanted to do that piece of furniture. Fine I quit. Mom she's being mean to me.

So without further adieu; Dust if you Must

Remember...a layer of dust protects the wood beneath it. !! ?(OR) ?Dust is God's protective covering for fine furniture! ?
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?Dusting

'A house becomes a home when you can write
'I love you' on the furniture.' AMEN !!
And my house is sure a home!!
I can't tell you how many countless hours
that I have spent CLEANING!
I used to spend at least 8 hours every weekend
making sure things were just perfect --
'in case someone came over.'

Then I realized one day that no-one came over;
they were all out living life and having fun!
Now, when people visit, I find no need to
explain the 'condition' of my home.
They are more interested in hearing about
the things I've been doing while I was
away living life and having fun.

If you haven't figured this out yet,
please heed this advice

Life is short. Enjoy it!
Dust if you must,
but wouldn't it be better to
paint a picture or write a letter,

or do some Bible study,
spend time with a friend
bake a cake or

plant a seed, go play golf,
ponder the difference between want and need?

Dust if you must, but there's not much time,
with rivers to swim and mountains to climb,
music to hear, songs to sing and books to read,
friends to cherish and life to lead.

Dust if you must, but the world's out
there with the sun in your eyes,
the wind in your hair, a flutter of snow,
a shower of rain.
This day will not come around again.

Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
old age will come and it's not kind.
And when you go -- and go you must --
you, yourself will make more dust!

I think I'll skip the dusting part of this.....