Can I get a take back please? When I said, “Lord, help light a fire under me to spring clean my house from the inside out,” I didn’t mean for real. Or at least I really didn’t mean right now.
But a flame was lit, in more ways than one, and the smoke that followed was no joke. While the whole house was snoring on Sunday night, I made my way into the kitchen just in time to hear and watch the thunder and lightning fireworks display.
Thanks to an unfinished to-do list, a late night cup of coffee, and a wide-awake Savior, I was fully alert for the show–and the fire that followed.
As soon as lighting danced a jig in the sky and lit up my kitchen, I heard a loud crackle and a sizzling pop from our home office. Billows of smoke filled the air and my nose, and I did what I do best. I hauled tail to holler at my husband.
“Damon, the house is on fire, help me grab the kids and call 911!” I ran with my heartbeat thumping through my ears and with fear throttling me forward.
Then I checked off my mental bullet list. Kids. Check. Photos. Bibles. Baby books. Where do I even start? This drawer, that drawer, here, there. And then I heard my husband’s reassuring voice, “It’s only the computer! I blew the fire out. The smoke’s just everywhere.”
We stayed awake most of the night, saying grace, and huddled in a ball of adrenaline and relief, with our girls tangled up at our feet.
The smell of 50 burning pots still lingers, but what’s even stronger is my resolve to get my house in order. The one made of brick and mortar, and mostly, the one made of flesh and spirit.
I’ve been studying the book of Matthew since September, and the resounding words spoken all over the pages from Jesus are, “Be ready.” I thought I was. I mean, I am. If He comes for me tomorrow, I’m secure in my salvation. John 3:16 and Romans 10:9 told me that at the age of seven.
But if I’m honest, am I ready for a flame-filled, sold-out life of purpose? One that puts Him first before every last fear. That wears his love like its permanent and true. Not a Sunday jacket I misplace by Tuesday. Do I truly reverence the custom carved coat of wood He carried on his back for me? He didn’t die all the way for me to live halfway. He clung to the cross and defeated the grave, so I could grasp His love and claim victory today.
I talk like that, I write like that, but do I act like that, to where I live and breathe–like that? I don’t think I do. But I’m ready to. And I want to be ready, too.
Are you ready? Are you ready if He shows up tonight? Are you ready for the purpose He’s planned for you tomorrow? Well, let’s do it. Let’s get ready. And let’s haul tail to our purpose! Now ready, set, GO!
Lord, help light a flame within us that burns for the hearts around us, and never blows out. Amen.
Therefore, stay awake, for you do not know on what day your Lord is coming. Matthew 24:42
Therefore you also must be ready, for the Son of Man is coming at an hour you do not expect. Matthew 24:44
For Christ also suffered once for sins, the righteous for the unrighteous, that he might bring us to God, being put to death in the flesh but made alive in the spirit. 1 Peter 3:1
SONG: People Get Ready, Crystal Lewis
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