The truth of the matter: if you arrived to my home today, Jesus, I’d be scrambling to make things look “presentable.” The piles of papers would be tucked out-of-sight into a bedroom corner; the dirty laundry would be piled high in the linen closet while the unfolded clean laundry would find a hasty home in an empty laundry basket; the bookshelves straightened, the dust unavoidably bypassed, the floor quickly swept, the bathroom towels replaced. No matter metaphorical or literal, my home would not be ready … nor would I.
Today my prayer is without a request or plea. I have only this confession, gracious Jesus: I am not ready. I live with too many things on the back burner, placed there after growing dusty on a too-long “to do” list. What has been left undone has become a cause for looking backward, and my soul is too cluttered & weary to watch diligently for you. Would you prefer a clean home to welcome your arrival, or a rested spirit that is bright-eyed for your coming? I cannot do both.