Not too long ago, my son came to paint the ceiling in my home. Paint had dropped onto my floor and it left a mess. I cleaned it with my Swiffer mop and although I managed to get some of it removed, much was still left on my floor, I tried other solvents and nothing worked. Instead of dealing with it, I put my efforts into other areas of my home. But those paint spatters were an eye sore. I knew the day would come that I would have to buckle down and get on my hands and knees and tackle it.
I felt that it would be an undaunting task. The day came and I decided I would either succeed or die trying. I got me a bucket of hot water, a sponge, some old towels and a magic eraser. I figured by the time I got done my back would be killing me and I would be completely bald from pulling my hair out. I turned on some good country music to jump start my adrenaline.
As I started, the paint was coming up a lot easier than had been anticipated. I was so excited by this and I continued on till the whole floor had been done! Then looking over my floor I noticed one little drop of paint still left behind, I went over and began to work that spot, it would not budge, I tried scraping it up, I tried everything but that little sucker would not go away. It still sits on my floor, so small you can’t even see it unless you get down and search for it. I have affectionately named it humility. Lol


  1. Beth says:

    What a great analogy. 🤗

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    1. Thank you. I love these little lessons in life.


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