Today, I will turn my attention to my guest’s room. I want to make it the most incredible room in the house. I feel humbled as I open the door. No matter what I do, it will never be good enough for the Holy One of God to rest a divine head. Who am I to have the Savior of the world enter this place? He is blameless, and I cannot even list the times I started from His presence.

     I lay all my negative thoughts aside and entered the sacred space. I immediately became overwhelmed with the idea that Jesus, God’s son, loves me just as I am, warts and all. I remember when His presence reminded me that I am His child, fearfully and wonderfully made. I, who punished my soul for years, stayed in a dark place, afraid to enter the light.

     My past did not seem to matter as I sat on the floor. The guest would not be here for another few days, but the holy presence had already filled the room. I could sit here forever, experiencing the moment I surrendered my heart to the presence of the Most-High God. It is sacred because it transformed me from the inside out.

     After several minutes, I stood up and started washing the towels, vacuuming the floor, and putting fresh sheets on the bed. Each push of the vacuum and fold of a towel made my heart rush. I long for the visit of my special guest. The One who speaks truth into my heart and reminds me that I am a precious child of the Creator. Praise be to God. He is coming soon!