She hasn’t been told yet that “sweeping is mundane”.
Her untainted perspective still reflects the character of her Creator, even in the ordinary…especially in the ordinary.
Because real living is finding meaning in the prosaic.
I told her:
“Kyla, you know you aren’t just sweeping. You are making beauty out of chaos. You’re turning disorder into order. That’s because you have the nature of God.”
She smiled so big. And swept harder, and longer. She understands, at least for now, how we can glorify God in everything.
She doesn’t see the hindrance of dirt; she sees the small possibility to be like Him.