Sometimes cleaning looks like worship
We never owned a pet in my childhood home. My sister was highly allergic to dogs and I was highly allergic to cats. We knew we were missing out on something, but after seeing each other in the hospital struggling to breathe we were content in having each other. My kids wanted the pet experience too, but with my sister living so close I didn’t want to make my house a place that would make her sick. I comforted them with the thought that they could get one when they had their own home, which of course felt like an eternity for them. Things changed when our family moved as missionaries to Nicaragua several years ago. We all but promised our kids that we would get a dog for fun and for protection, and I was definitely on board for the extra set of eyes around our home. In the midst of moving and learning and adjusting we never secured a dog before we were moving and learning and adjusting back in the United States a year later. The dream of a dog was forgotten by me as w
