He’s a Housekeeper, too?

Welcome to Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power and thanks so much for stopping by and joining me today. I’m looking forward to getting back to this series and if this is your first time with us, this is the seventh blog in “He’s a housekeeper, too?” series, so check the archives and then join us. This fun series has been inspired by Robert Boyd Munger’s “My Heart, Christ’s Home” tract and I hope you are enjoying it as much as I am as He writes through me to bring it current. Grab your coffee; we’re off to meet Him in the dining room.

I hurried to the dining room though I was a little uncertain because it had been a couple of days since I had really sat with Him and just visited and the last time I had, He had told me He would wait for me at the table in the dining room. I hope He hasn’t been sitting there since Friday.

My thoughts were interrupted by His voice. “Actually, I have been waiting, Daughter. You said you wanted to meet every day, so I want to assure you I’ll be here always and I will never miss an opportunity to meet with you.”

The way He spoke melted my defenses away. It was like His words were bathed in grace and not splashed at me with guilt. I smiled and pulled out a chair to sit next to Him. His gaze traveled around the dining room which was a fairly large room. He said as much when He brought His gaze back to me. I nodded in agreement.

“But then again, it is one of the largest rooms in everyone’s heart because it’s sort of the appetite and desire center for the flesh, if you will.”

I wasn’t quite sure I understood what He was saying, but I was again struck by His gentleness which unleashed my thoughts and questions. We began to talk about this room while I served Him a plate and I hardly noticed that He wasn’t saying anything. In fact, He had become loudly quiet as I rambled on about my latest achievements at work, how much my paychecks had been lately, my travels, and the latest gift my husband had given to me just because. These were all the main dishes in my life.

Then I animatedly began to talk about all the side dishes, shopping with friends for clothes, and then more shopping with some more friends for house deco stuff. “Oh, and I started my Christmas shopping today, too, Father,” I said matter-of-factly as I put His plate before Him and started to reach for my plate when I saw the look on His face and stopped midair. I pulled my hand back and sat still, suddenly uncomfortable in the silence, but not really afraid, even though I knew something wasn’t right.

“Is there something wrong, Father?”

He cleared His throat and pushed the plate I had just given Him aside. “As my Word promises, when I knocked on the door of your heart and you heard My voice, and opened up your heart, I came in.”

I got so excited I interrupted Him. “Uh-huh, and then your Word says that you will come in and dine with those who open their heart.”

“Yes, and you will dine with Me. The problem is we both need to agree on what to serve.”

My eyebrows raised into question marks.

He pointed to all the main dishes I had served Him from, the dishes of my desires and appetites: pride, money, boasting and acceptance, worldly treasures and I turned away before He could get to the side dishes that spoke of feeding my discontentment as if trying to stop a leaky faucet. “You see, the more you eat of these things, the less satisfied you will be for these dishes that you have served me from feed only your flesh and not your heart.”

As if someone swung back the curtain in my heart, the light turned on and I understood what He was saying. All these things I had talked about and served Him in the dining room were things that never truly satisfied, at least not on a long-term basis. I lifted my eyes to look into His, and what I saw in them washed away the shame I had begun to immerse myself into.

“No worries,” He said. “Remember, dear daughter, there is no condemnation for those who are in Me and I in them, for this is why we need to meet daily, so we can clean out the things that don’t belong in the rooms of your heart.”

He paused for just a few seconds and yet it felt as though time stood still as I wrapped myself in His presence. He had definitely given me some different food for thought and I was just beginning to realize just how much cleaning my dining room needed.

Join me tomorrow for more cleaning in our dining room. 🙂

Sparkling in His grace,

Evinda

 

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4 Responses to “He’s a Housekeeper, too?”

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  3. facebookchipscheats says:

    First off I want to say awesome blog! I had a quick question in which I’d like to ask if you don’t mind. I was interested to know how you center yourself and clear your mind before writing. I’ve had a hard time clearing my thoughts in getting my ideas out. I do enjoy writing but it just seems like the first 10 to 15 minutes are wasted just trying to figure out how to begin. Any suggestions or hints? Kudos!

  4. admin says:

    Floch,
    thanks for coming by… as far as any suggestions: Keep showing up and being still and working through your thoughts by writing, writing and writing some more…
    Blessings