The Vacuum God

Today I was vacuuming my [teeny] dorm room and I was thinking about our Christian lives in relation to a vacuum. (the cleaning kind, not the black hole kind). The vacuum that we have in our room is so small it's more like a mechanized dust pan. It barely does the job, and I find myself picking up leaves well after I am done cleaning, or going over the same spot multiple times, only to find the same cluster of dirt in that spot ten minutes later.
It seems to me that even those Christians who are doing their very best to do what God asks of them, and esentially "clean up" the mess that is their human life, we consistenly have to go back to pick up that same leaf that never wants to leave (no pun intended ;)) In this dorm room that represents my whole world, God is my industrial-strength vacuum. What I spend my entire life toiling over to change, He takes one run over it with His vacuum and it is gone. It made me stop and think how foolish I am for thinking that by my own will or desire I can change things within myself that, if I am totally honest, will never change if I don't turn them TOTALLY over to God and allow His grace to change me and shape me.
How much simpler cleaning my life would be if I just let God do it for me :).