Today we’re preparing for our son and his family to arrive from Missouri. They are on the road as I write. There are always last minute things to do when getting a home ready for family, those people most dearest to us.
And after the hailstorms of the last two nights, there was even a little more than what I’d anticipated, such as having the front downstairs windows to clean that I’ve put off until storms were no longer in the forecast.
“Do not let your hearts be troubled.” Trust in God, trust also in me. In my Father’s house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you.”
Wipe the windows,
Clean the bathroom on the main floor,
Put avocadoes on grocery list—
“And if I go and prepare a place for you,”
It’s not just the making of beds with clean sheets and planning good food (though I don’t mind doing those things), it’s the little, special things—the trinkets I’ve picked up and Jay’s “fun for kids” things he has around the yard that’s a joy because we love to see the delight on their faces.
“If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!”
But, best of all is hearing their voices: “Granny! Grandpa!”
“I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.”