It was after church on Sunday that I invited them. She warmly welcomed and graciously accepted the invitation to dine with us. We were looking forward to the time of fellowship around our table and sharing the goodness and generosity of God.
Then it happened! The inspiration to paint our main floor hit me. Bruce and I have been talking about it for ages without coming to any decision. Last week I had another friend come to visit particularly to help me with color choices. We were on the same wavelength and once I was decided about the colors, I could hardly wait to begin.
So I didn’t let the dinner invitation I had extended stop me from dismantling the living room. Although on the morning of the dinner, I questioned myself, even giving thought to postponing the meal.
Then I remembered my post of the previous day titled, Rise and Give Thanks for God’s Goodness. It was all about flexibility and allowing ourselves to be pliable, flexible in His hands so He can lead and guide us in the way He wants us to go. I gave God thanks. For the ability He had given me to physically do the job, to have my own home that I was allowed to paint and simply for the blessing of having my own home.
I decided to let God stretch me and make me more flexible.
My eyes found the hands of the clock, taken off the wall and resting against the back of the chair, I wondered how I would ever get the painting done, clean up the painting mess, put the living room back together, vacuum all the sanding dust off the floors, furniture and coffee tables and prepare dinner and dessert. I wasn’t even really sure what was in the fridge. I didn’t want to stop and have to go to the grocery store. This was, after all, the second day in a row without a shower…(yeah).
It had all started with the fireplace
Priming and painting over that mauvy rose, replacing it with a color copying freshly churned cream with the bottom drawers black to match the slate hearth ~ well the change was dramatic, welcoming, refreshing and clean. The very heart of the living room had undergone a complete transformation and the walls cried out for the same.
How could I not listen and respond? I silenced my excuses, the voices of the critics within. Bruce had sanded and prepared the walls for me and now it was all up to me to begin.
I was choosing to be flexible, choosing to move outside of the daily, ordinary activities of my day.
Most surprisingly of all, I felt like I was keeping in step with the Lord.
Laundry was sitting in the dryer, the kitchen counters full of painting stuff and I was moving furniture, removing blinds and pictures
And the Lord was speaking Words of Hope and Comfort to my soul.
I am removing some old patterns. I have bought you with the exorbitant price of My Blood because you are loved. You are My beloved, priceless and precious treasure.
I will not leave you or forsake you.
I will not leave you as you are. I will not leave you in the same condition as when we met.
I will not forsake you when you feel the frustration of fettered desires. I will come to you as the fresh snow that today covers your landscape this first day in spring.
What I am doing in the landscape of your heart is unique. Others are experiencing the spring rains, dust and drought ~ and in each I have a plan and purpose for you.
I am changing the walls in your heart. I am bringing a refreshing to you and while I am doing the bringing and the refreshing, you must do the yielding of those walls to the work of My hands.
Flexibility, moving in step with My Spirit requires wisdom, understanding of My way. Flexibility invites freedom so you can focus on what I am saying and you catch a greater sense of what I am forging within you.
Rest in My love and know the fullness of My peace. The work I am doing is a complete and perfect work and you will lack no good thing, for surely I have already given you all you need for life and godliness.
Our friends came, shared a meal and their hearts with us and here’s the thing. Fellowship in our homes isn’t about whether or not the house is put together ~ it’s how our hearts are put together. Are we sincere in our love, generous with the gifts God has given? Do our friends know they are more important than the dust bunnies lurking in the corner behind a pet’s forgotten stuffy?
Sure, our homes, people say are a reflection of who we are, but um, the truth is, none of us are perfect. We all have dust bunnies hiding somewhere and we all have walls the Father wants to paint with His hand of love.
Today is kind of a rest day for me. I planned on getting caught up with laundry ( and yes, with just Bruce and myself, I can get behind but it’s never that huge mountain others speak of. ) There is lots of ironing to do and the kitchen counters still have all that paint stuff on them. My day was kind of half planned in my head…and then the phone rang. It was Bruce! He was coming into town to take me out for lunch and would I be ready in half an hour? I said yes because I am learning the joy of being flexible in the hands of my Father.
And if you would like the recipe for what I made for dessert, here it is. When you first make and taste it? You will wish you had made a double batch! I served it with fresh strawberrries and oh, such a refreshing dessert it was!
half a cup of freshly squeezed lemon juice
zest of two lemons
half a cup of Butter
2 cups white sugar
Combine all ingredients in saucepan. Cook mixture over low heat, stirring until thick. Cool and Enjoy!
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