Last weekend, the Lawman and I spent most of Sunday working to get the house soon to be known as "our home" ready for moving in day.
As a way to help our landlords, we offered to clean the carpets and power wash the house.
Initially, I planned to wash the carpets so the Lawman could use the power washer.
I figured he would have more fun playing with the new power washer my parents bought for the occasion, also known as "the excuse dad needed to buy a new toy."
Alas, being an editor has made my attention span shall we say, short. In the end, the Lawman's dedication to detail made him the perfect person to wash the carpets, while I attacked the outside of the house.
So I spent much of Sunday afternoon power washing the house. Washing away the mud dobbers nests and the accumulated dirt from the past year.
Here's where I should insert the "I'm sorry if I interrupted your Sunday nap" apology to my new neighbors. It took me most of the afternoon to wash the house (yes, I made a Sonic run in the middle - it was Happy Hour of course). I finished just as the sun set and headlights began to appear on cars driving in the neighborhood.
It turns out power washing a house is similar to washing a dairy barn - my daily chore growing up.
While washing the house gave me lots of flashbacks to autumn mornings on the farm, it also struck me as something, well spiritual.
In fact, the words of Keith Green's song, written a multitude of years ago, based on Psalm 51:10 came to mind.
My efforts to wash the outside of the house, and the Lawman's efforts on the inside, not only cleaned the house physically, it also seemed metaphorically, as a cleansing that lets this structure not only become our home, but also sanctuary from the outside world.
We have lots of dreams for this home. We hope it becomes a place of hospitality. A place where friends can gather for laughter and fun. A place family can visit during holidays to find joy and make memories.
Ultimately, we hope it's a steadfast place to call home.
This column initially appeared in the Friday, Oct. 16 issue of The Grove Sun.
Kaylea M. Hutson-Miller is the managing editor of The Grove Sun. Have an idea for a column or story? She can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org or 918-786-2228.