Joyless Dust

The dust covers everything inside this house.

And while light shines through the holes of blinded windows,

it only highlights the neglect of purpose.

Where is the life? Where is the joy?

Piles of stuff stacked up in every corner.

Reminding me of the emptiness and the apathy that can surround a waking, precious moment.

This joyless dust saddens me.

Traps me.

Drives the ambition to clean it up

…far away.

A task so large, I couldn’t possibly do it on my own.

Everything is so stagnant.  Just the way the enemy wants it.

But the enemy didn’t win.

doesn’t win.

No matter how the dust has piled over, making new things look abandoned.

We are never abandoned.

We have a God who rocked death and decay.

A God whose intention was never to allow such joyless dust to settle in any home.