If the Lord was sitting in my living room right now, what would I be doing? (Looking around I see laundry on my couch waiting to be folded and put away, I see mail scattered across the top of my table, a box in the chair waiting to be emptied, stacks of paper on the end tables, floors that need to be vacuumed or swept and the list goes on.) Should I hop up and clean, or at least throw the clutter into another room, or is it too late for that?
The Lord is sitting on my couch. Should I fold clothes and visit with him? Should I fix him dinner?
What one question would I want him to answer? If he asks me for an accounting of my time and talents, what would I tell him?
I ask these questions of myself and feel happy and sad. There is much I’m doing right, much I feel good about. And there’s a lot of room for improvement.
I honestly believe it’s not how far I’ve gotten on this journey called life. I think what’s important is that I’m moving in the right direction, toward my Savior, moving my feet even though they and my heart are blistered and tired and overwhelmed. Willing to climb over or go around the rocks in the road, willing to cross the streams and deserts, and mountains and appreciate the scenery rather than curse the challenge.
If the Lord was in my living room right now, I would sit on the couch beside him, hold his hand, and listen.
What would you do if He came knocking on your door right now?
