Cleanliness is next to Godliness

It's a drive I take everyday. But last week I had one of those moments. You know when you catch some one's eye in passing and it feels like you've had a moment?

I was driving to work and my eyes landed on a lil ol lady, cleaning the windows of the funeral home. Working diligently from the inside of the entry way. She was on her tip toes, reaching with her paper towel, balancing the bottle of windex in her other hand. Trying to grip the bottle and the handle of the door for stability.

She made wide, sweeping motions and it struck me how someone has to keep the fingerprints of the living, off the doors to death.