An unexpected guest

My husband and I have four sons, a big dog and 2 cats. In other words, my house is usually a bit messy. At any given time there are at least two pairs of shoes left at the front door, a backpack lying in the kitchen, dog toys under the dining room table, and laundry waiting to be folded. I’m usually ok with it and don’t freak out unless I know that someone is coming over. Even then, there are degrees of the freakout. If it’s good friend from across the street, I may pick up the shoes and ignore the rest. But if it’s not a close friend, I may go into a tailspin and start nagging my kids to pick up their stuff. Ocassionally, I look around our house and think, “what if someone came to the door right now?”

It’s sort of like our relationship with God. We know we need God in our life, but we often invite Him to join us when it’s convenient (when our life is nice and tidy). Imagine if He was there when you didn’t “invite” him…..when you were rude to the waiter, told an inappropriate joke, or cheated on a test. We invite him when we need help or when things aren’t going well and ocassionally remember to thank him, but what if we really went “all in” and lived our life so that He was present at all times? Imagine living life in such a way that Jesus could come alongside for an entire day. A week? A month?

“And you must love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your soul, all your mind, and all your strength.” Mark 12:30 (NLT)

I challenge you to think about what area of your life would you need to “tidy up” if you knew that Jesus was going to be with you even when you didn’t invite him. Are you willing to let God take control of all the areas of your life?

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