He’s a Housekeeper, too? Cleaning the Work/Hobby Room-From Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power

Welcome to Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power and thanks for coming by today for this sort of interactive series. My heart’s desire is that though this is turning into sort of a story, if you will, that the reality of His desire to meet with you and me every day will resonate in your heart and inspire you as you move forward in your relationship with Him. Grab your coffee and come on in. We are supposed to be moving to the next room. 🙂

The next morning, I overslept and on my way out the door, I saw Him sitting in the work/hobby room. I offered Him an apologetic smile and kept on going. By the time I made it to my car, I could hear voices of condemnation and before I could get out of the driveway, the condemnation turned into waves of shame. I looked at the clock. I was already late for my appointment. “What’s a couple more minutes?” I muttered under my breath. I forced the car into park and ran back into the house through the garage door and ran around the corner into the game room.

He looked up immediately and there was such genuine love and peace on His face that it literally took my breath away. I stood there for what seemed a long, long time but was only a minute, according to the clock. Finally, He spoke.

“What’s wrong?”

“I was just feeling so terrible about running out the door without spending any time with you and I wanted to see . . .” My voice faded out with my courage.

“See what?” He encouraged.

I looked up a bit sheepishly and finished my question. “See if we could sort of reschedule and maybe meet tonight?”

Again, the love in His eyes wrapped around me and His words held me in that love: “That would be wonderful . . .”

I felt His hesitancy. “But . . .”

He smiled at my discernment. “I know how your evenings go, Daughter. There are several demands made upon your time with the children needing to be driven here, there and everywhere, sports schedules, dinner to make, homework to help with, and your husband would like some of your attention, too.”

I was humbled to my knees by His understanding. “Hearing you say it even sounds a little overwhelming, Father.” I smiled up at Him.

“Oh, I understand more than you think I do. And though these are your first ministries, so to speak, I long for you to invite me into them to help you so they don’t feel as overwhelming to you. I didn’t come to condemn you, but to save you from yourself and to fellowship with you in and through all things.”

“But what’s in it for you?” I asked, completely flabbergasted by His unconditional generosity.

He shook His head but not in frustration, but patience, almost as if amused by my question. “I just want your heart . . .” He paused momentarily. “All of your heart.”

“That’s why I came back,” I cried. “Because I felt so guilty for not meeting with you this morning and I panicked, thinking that ‘feeling’ was going to go away and then I started feeling this awful . . .” I faltered, not sure of what I was trying to say.

“Was it a sort of condemning feeling?” He finished

“It was,” I exclaimed.

He smiled. “As we meet more and more, and especially after we have cleaned out all of the rooms of the heart, you will come to know in your heart that that ‘feeling’ of condemnation is not of me. Commit this to memory and it will help you in those moments when condemnation threatens to take you away from me. ”

“Wait!” I hurriedly stood up and looked for a pen and some paper in the room. I saw Him pointing to something out of the corner of my eye and went toward it. My eyes welled up as I realized what it was, a journal that I had started several months ago, vowing to begin writing. I dusted it off and reached for the pen beside it and returned to sit at His feet and He continued.

“There is therefore now no condemnation to those who are in Me, who do not walk according to the flesh, but according to the Spirit.”

He stopped and lowered His gaze to rest upon me. I finished writing the last word in time to look up at Him as He began to speak again.

“See, you coming back, despite being late this morning, was My Spirit in you.” He pointed at me for emphasis.

My tears wouldn’t stop. Silently they dripped, like a slow leak undetected.

“I want you to want to come and meet with Me. I will never force you, despite what many think of My Father and Me. But they believe that because they don’t spend time with Me. They begin to and then life gets in the way and waves of condemnation carry them in the sea of life and they stay away.”

I could feel His sadness as if it was a person that had just walked into the room and interrupted our time together. I took the Kleenex He handed me and tried to wipe my tears away.

“So don’t go getting ritualistic about our time together. If you seek Me first, everything else will be added unto you but I do understand that you must unlearn other things as well. The more we meet, the quicker you will learn My ways and understand the Agape love I and My Father have for you, and for all my kids, for that matter. He sent me to abolish that very thing, you know.”

My eyebrows knit together in a question mark.

“The law,” He intercepted. The more you understand about My gift of grace, the more free you will become from the yoke of the laws put upon you by others, and by yourself,” He added.

“I’m not so sure I understand,” I confessed.

“You will,” He promised. “You will. Now go on with your day, but do me one more favor.”

“Of course,” I assured Him.

“Remember I am with you wherever you go. You don’t have to confine me to just the room of the heart that we are meeting in and cleaning.”

My eyes popped open in disbelief. “Are you serious?” I asked in disbelief.

He chuckled. “I am with you always. Our meeting times are to nurture and strengthen this relationship and I truly cherish our uninterrupted time together, and yet My love is not conditional upon them.”

I looked up at the clock and though it felt as though I had been in there for much longer because of all I had learned, it had only been fifteen minutes.

“You better get going in your day. Don’t worry about being late; I’ll grant you favor in the hours to come.”

Blessed beyond belief,

Evinda

 

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