You dance over me, while I am unaware. You sail all around but I never hear the sound.

I went to bed early last night because I had been so tired all week from working and staying up to late.  I made sure to make no plans except to be in bed by 10 or so and I was.  However, I knew today had layed so much before me.  I wanted to clean and fold laundry.  I grabbed a coffee and began to start my day.  I dug out stuff to begin scrubbing.  I had noticed there a  black mark on my floor that just wouldn't come  I began to get down on my knees and scrub as hard as I could.  The stain finally started to come.  I was relieved. 
The more my moring has gone on that stain made me think.  I take the time to get on my knees to scrub but what about to pray?   How often do I meet God where he asks?  He always seems to meet me where I am.  He srubbed my stains when He was dying.  He wasn't relieved the stain was removed, because He never questioned it to begin with.