As I hang up the phone I wonder what a morning in the life of a play date at my house will look like. I immediately see the layer of dust on my piano, and scurry to clean the cobweb in the corner. Why do I unnecessarily stress whenever I have friends over? I especially stress when it's moms I don't know very well. My tendency is to make everything tidy and neat in hopes that they won't see my stained carpet or broken blinds. When I do this I become frantic, and much less effective in meeting their needs. I can always find an excuse not to have someone over. Our apartment was too small, our current house is too cold (due to not turning the heater up and trying to save $$). I need to loosen up, throw on a heavier sweater, and welcome them in. When they knock and I open the door, an opportunity to impact their life is produced. What does it matter that we can't finish a discussion without being interrupted, or drink enough coffee in the time alloted? Friendship is being fostered, and we realize we aren't alone in this stage of motherhood.
I need to remember how the Lord answered my knock, and made himself at home in my heart. I'm so thankful he's visited for longer than a coffee break. He is here to stay, for a meal of many courses, and through each season of my life. Let's begin praying that our friends hear the constant knock of the Savior.
Look! I have been standing at the door and I am constantly knocking. If anyone hears me calling her and opens the door, I will come in and fellowship with her and she with me. Rev.3:20 (LB)
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