My mom came to visit this past weekend for our annual trek to the Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival. (It was lovely as always and I’ll recap in a later post.)
Getting ready for her visit hit me in a way I wasn’t expecting.
As I hurried around the house putting things where they belong and cleaning up the little piles of crumbs, dog hair, and dirt from the floor and scrubbed down the main bathroom it hit me.
I had busied myself preparing for a visit…
but I often neglect a resident.
I’m not talking about my husband and children.
I’m talking about my Heavenly Father.
I readied my house because I love my mom and when she visits my home I want her to be comfortable and enjoy our visit, but I can be honest and admit sometimes those little chores are neglected and turn into quite a task. Getting them done is not my default, though I wish it were and I am working on it.
And so I thought of my relationship with my Savior.
I had invited Him into my life 18 years ago…
Not to visit, but to reside in my life.
But I often treat Him like a visitor. Cleaning and tidying up before we can sit and visit.
He’s not interested in my fussiness. He wants me and my heart.
I need to stop viewing Him as a visitor and start seeing Him as the resident I have asked Him to be. I need to keep my home, not in a reaction to an upcoming visit but as a result of an active, thriving relationship. My children need to see me living in His word, not scampering to get it done, not checking a box.
How do you ensure you view Him as a resident in your home and not a visitor? Do you only visit with Him in His house, on His day? What keeps you from inviting Him into your home? From a daily relationship?
This post is part of the Welcome Home link-up at Raising Arrows
and miscellany Monday at lowercase letters
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