I came home, crashed for a little bit - I was so exhausted - it was such a long day. I fell asleep on the way back from lunch. But no matter how tired I was I knew I would come home and work out on the elliptical. (I have a commitment to do that on Tuesday/Thursday/Saturday no matter what). Then I proceeded to pack, and clean my room. I was busy in here cleaning up not just my mess but just the usual junk I clean up. I went out to get myself a drink in the kitchen before bedtime and saw a colossal mess, plus the dog needed to be taken out. My heart sunk.
Well it's like this...is Africa worth a messy house? Yes.
Are people getting saved worth a mess? Yes.
Are "God opportunities" worth coming home to a pile of stuff to do? Yes.