Slightly Obsessed #066 "Unexpected" (Wednesday Devo) by Pamela Thorson on 2014-03-26 09:45:32
Now, little children, abide in Him, so that when He appears, we may have confidence and not shrink away from Him in shame at His coming. -1 John 2:28
It was Christmas Eve. The extended family was coming for the first time to our place for dinner, and I had worked myself into a frazzle getting the house ready. Late in the afternoon, when my nerves were frayed into sharp little spikes, I finally finished waxing the floor in the kitchen and entry. I declared to my poor family that anyone who set foot on the floor before it dried was in trouble. Big trouble.
I had barely walked upstairs when I caught sight of my husband throwing the rug back down on the wet and sticky floor at the front door entry. I literally screeched at him as I flew down the stairs to retrieve the rug.
Halfway down the stairs, I froze in mid-screech.
Aaron was opening the door to visitors. Unexpected, important visitors. I wanted to die. There was no way they could have missed my performance. They graciously gave no indication that they heard my freak-out on the stairs. But my embarrassment was complete and profound.
I had totally shamed myself at their coming.
One day God is going to surprise us. Jesus will suddenly appear in the sky to claim His people. I can guarantee that it will be unannounced. Although we can’t know the day or the hour, we can see the season coming upon us. We can feel the change in the air and know something is coming upon the earth.
Actually, Someone is coming. He is coming soon, and the more completely we have lived for Him, the more joy we will have at His coming.
The Bible urges us to conduct ourselves in such a way every day that if He should arrive at any moment, we will not be ashamed to see His face. Not only that, our hearts will be packed and ready for the trip home.
That Christmas years ago, I was wrapped up in my efforts to impress my in-laws when they arrived. In the process, I made my family miserable and embarrassed myself at the moment that really mattered.
God doesn’t care about our efforts to impress Him and others. He sees our hearts. He cares about how we live in those moments when we think no one is looking. He longs for us to live every hour as if it were the moment He arrives for us.
He is coming. Be ready. Someone very important is at the door.
About Pamela Thorson:
Pamela Thorson is a licensed practical nurse, author, and full-time caregiver. She pioneered in the homeschooling movement from 1982-2006 and authored her first book, Song in the Night, in 2008. She resides in the Northwest with her family.
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