Bread for the Journey

Last Saturday morning I rushed around . ..

watching the clock. . .

timing out what had to be finished.

I was looking for the details to be perfect. .

special . . .

 it mattered to me.

I had invited my beloved's mom... aunts  and his cousin over for lunch.

They had requested that we get together so that I could sign a few books for them.

Their suggestion was a local restaurant.

I had agreed and then felt that a visit at home would be more conducive to conversation and relaxation.

OH. .the weekend seemed so busy already.

Did it matter if we met in a restaurant?

It did.

What I realized is that the rushing around to make a home special is not wrong when it is a gift of honoring guests.  There are lots of moments where I can relax and reflect on what the Saviour coming to earth as a baby means to me. . .

but it is okay to have times of rushing around too in preparations.

I silently thanked the Lord for the opportunity to have these special ladies in our home.  I felt they  deserved to feel that an effort had been made on their behalf.

Instead of feeling stressed and frustrated . .

I felt peaceful . .  knowing that it mattered.  My motives were honest and God was okay with my rushing and hurrying.

They came.

We shared a simple meal together.

We looked at photos together.

We talked about family and those we missed.

As they left . ..

I knew that it had mattered and already looked forward to having them over again.

What good is a warm and comfortable bungalow if I don't open our door? 

My desire was not to impress . ..

but rather to bless.

In the rush of it all . .

God prepared my heart.

I was reading in 2 Corinthians 9 this week and the last four verses struck me in a new way.

I leave you with the last verse.

"Thanks be to God for his indescribable gift."

2 Corinthians 9:15 NIV

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