THANKFUL

Monday, February 17, 2020

Good morning, Jesus.

Lord I’m a recovered hoarder. To the world, the outside of my house looked presentable. But inside, was a disaster. Every room had boxes of shame, stacked on buckets of guilt that reached the ceiling. Unrepentant sins blocked the light from entering, keeping the house in darkness. I made little progress when I heard a knock on my door, since, no matter where I stepped, piles of unforgiveness higher than me lay everywhere, blocking my path to the door. And besides, I’m couldn’t let anyone inside to see what the mess I’d made.

But you kept knocking, Lord. You patiently stood outside, waiting for me to open. When I finally opened to let you in, your love never condemned my condition, but you went right to work, cleaning my house. You took all the clutter, all the trash and filth I’d collected over the years and buried it forever under your cross. Every room was swept clean, repainted and new pictures hung. Light now inundates the house. Open, clean hallways allow your Spirit entry to every room. Thank you, Lord, I’m no longer a hoarder Your Spirit helps me keep my house swept clean.

Keep our friends and family close to you when illness hangs around, refusing to leave. May your grace keep them encouraged in their faith, knowing your character and faithfulness will sustain them in their dark hours. Help all who are doing physical therapy and in rehab. Give them strength to endure the pain that comes with healing and wholeness. Pour your peace over them and their families to calm all fears and resolve any doubts.

Thank you, Jesus, for cleaning my house. Amen.