I just read a blog this morning that I just loved. It was exactly what I needed — an extra reminder — of what is important to keep in mind when preparing for the holidays. The link to the blog is:
I started to write a note with the blog when preparing to post it to my Facebook account. My note became so long that I decided that I should just write a quick blog instead. After-all, this blog is a journal of my life’s journey.
So here is my note plus a little extra:
Perfect for me today (referencing the blog post)! I was just thinking about the clutter on top of our computer hutch: stuff I am trying to sell and windshield wipers that I am not sure if my husband needs to install or have for warranty information (guess I should ask).
Then, there’s all those finger-prints and dirt on window-panes. I haven’t cleaned most of our windows — mostly because they are very old — can’t even open some of them and/or because the storm windows are down and difficult to raise. In order to clean old windows, I would need to climb on a ladder two stories up. Not my cup of tea!
Then, there are the drippy faucets, peeling paint on my old tub and sink, there are the rips in my couches with stuffing showing. Okay, so I hide the tears as best as possible with sofa cushions and blanket throws. It’s these circumstances that I often look out that make me want to close my home and my heart to people. Big sigh.
Taking a deep breath, I recognize that a clean home does not equal a welcoming home. The enjoyment people receive from visiting my home is not found in the level of my cleanliness. Sure, it needs to be clean enough so they feel comfortable sitting on my couch and having their kids play on my floor. A feeling of being welcome though is found more in the way I share my heart and home then in the pristine condition of my home. It’s allowing people to see that love and friendship can be found in less than perfect surroundings when they are shared with an open heart.
So, today as I scramble around trying to do some final cleaning for today’s and then tomorrow’s company, I am going to make it a goal to laugh at the areas that aren’t perfect and to enjoy the happy chaos that comes when I welcome an additional 20 people into my home.
May my home reflect Christ’s love: how He came — not to a mansion but to a stable, chose His disciples — not from the elite — but from the common working class, died not for the righteous but for the sinner, slept on the ground — not in a palace bed, didn’t give political speeches but spoke to the eternal needs of people, and didn’t embrace class distinctions but demonstrated that all people are equally valuable to Him.