Preparing the house for the King of Kings:
Stage 1 Our Bedroom
Ya know, if it is mine, then I make the excuse, "Who cares, I am the only one here 24/7 and so what difference does it make if it is a mess" I really honestly only care if the house looks good if I am having company. That is so BAD!!!! When did I get to that point of forgetting that I do not live here ALONE. My precious God is here with me. I somewhere along the road I forgot to remember He is here with me. And if He is here, I better get this bedroom ready not just for me, but FOR ROYALTY.
Today I am going to finish that which I started, so when Terry gets home he can finish what he started (Framing the doorways and windows and trimming the ceiling). We need to get this joint ready to receive the King of Kings!!!! He is already here, but we need to get it looking like He is already here!!!
Okay so far today:
I pulled my storage suit case out from beside the bed where my dear husband has been stumbling to get over it and into bed every time he is home. Since I put it there, I guess he figures that is where I want it... poor man! I went through it and got the clothes I actually wear out of it, and then started to discard the junk. at the bottom of the bag was a piece of ancient crochet work, a nice piece of lace, probably was going to make a collar for someone's dress...
It had come from a box of JUNK I had purchased at an antique store several (at least 5) years ago. It was some beautiful workmanship. However it was tattered and torn, and it had not real connection to me, my mom had not made it, nor had my great grandmother or her mother or her daughter. It literally had zero connection to me. Other than the lesson I learned this morning from that tattered piece of lace. At one time it was very beautiful, but it was never finished. It had lain around for some hundred years, and had slowly deteriorated. Though I could still see the workmanship, it really had no purpose. Those who might have even had a connection with its creator, had discarded it, because they saw no value in it. Perhaps they held the creator of the piece in high esteem, but saw no reason to save her handy work. so, why did I? My whole life I have been holding onto many little unfinished pieces of antique lace of one sort or another, and IT HAS TO STOP NOW!!! One piece of antique unfinished lace at a time.So I tossed the lace in the garbage sack and then threw my beloved red plaid PJ bottoms in there too (they have been waiting for over 5 years for me to repair them, and this morning I realized they are irreparable. And one piece at a time I WILL get this place ready to host the king!
Prayers and words of encouragement are welcome!!!!
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