I’m not working today, at least in not my paid position.
I’ll be welcoming travelers, refugees from the big storm, Irma.
I’ve planned it out, started last night.
The guest room comforter all fresh and clean, the bed the Labrador loves will need to be shared.
But, as soon as I’m done here in this morning spot, there will be more work done.
My sister and her family are evacuating here. My home is humble, but it will welcome them. My sweet, wise cousin said she wants to be with me because my house feels like Faith.
I really loved that thought.
So, in just a few, I’ll change from pajamas to work clothes and get going as planned, committed to finish by noon.
My prayer, the prayer of the quiet one, not so great at all things hospitable:
Lord, I pray you prepare my heart and from my heart flows nothing but love without reservation or expectation.
I meet needs everyday, or if I’m honest I just oversee the meeting of them. This is my job. Today, my work will be “home” work and opportunity to meet the need of family.
Giving, not receiving, the example of Jesus.
“And I have been a constant example of how you can help those in need by working hard. You should remember the words of the Lord Jesus: ‘It is more blessed to give than to receive.’ ”
Acts of the Apostles 20:35 NLT
Then, the mental list becomes to do:
Vacuum house (oh, the shedding of the Labrador!!!)
Move dead plants from the pool
My house is humble with places of my heart all over it.
It is. I long for better sometimes, but then I work to be happy with my best.
Committed to my plan, I begin to prepare my place.
A refuge from storm, I pray, today.
And I do believe at the end of the day or in the midst of a storm, if my humble house is clean most anything is just a tiny bit better.
Linking up to write on the prompt of “work”.