If there is any one thing that I have trouble doing, it is making my bed every day. I don’t know why it is such a struggle to accomplish. If you timed it, bedmaking takes less than five minutes.
I am no amateur at housekeeping either. I learned how to make “hospital corners” with the sheets when I worked at a nursing home back in the 60s. Experts say that it takes 21 days to form a habit. I guess I am going to have to get some gold foil stars and put one on a calendar for every day I make my bed, like we did as children for brushing our teeth.
Routines and habits. We talk about someone doing something religiously or habitually and it sounds like that is a bad thing, but we human beings are creatures of habit.
The 60s, when I was a teen, was the era of the free spirit. Do what feels good. Free love. Living together unmarried. Back to nature, living in the woods. No one was going to tell us what to do. Boys rebelled against their clean-shaven, crew-cut fathers and grew long beards and long hair. We girls rebelled against our aproned mothers and just barely kept house, preferring to let life happen however it would.
However, over the years, I have found that habits aren’t all bad. Brushing your teeth morning and night sure helps you avoid some nasty problems, not to mention it keeps people still speaking to you. Taking a bath, getting a hair cut, holding down a job are not all bad.
Here is another good habit. Hebrews 10:24-25 NKJV says, “And let us consider one another in order to stir up love and good works, not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as is the manner of some, but exhorting one another..”
Going to church every Sunday is a very good habit to get into.