The Kind of Host I Hope To Be

When I read about God’s knocking at my heart’s door, I am reminded of how sudden and any moment that knock may come. It will not make me a great host to answer that door only when I have done a deep clean of my home in preparation for HIm to visit. It will not be for the time I have made sure the wine fridge is fully stocked and the dinner is already in the Instapot. The right kind of host I want to be is the close enough friend that is ready no matter when He knocks or drops in. I want to be the type of host that when He knocks in the boring part of my day when I am wearing sweats and a beat up tshirt, I say come on in to my messy house; I’m so excited to see you. What a great surprise!

My closest friends are the ones for whom I no longer apologize for the condition of my house when they drop in. I want to be so close to God’s heart, that when He knocks on my heart’s door at the most surprising and mundane moment of any given day, I will open the door and say, “What a surprise! Come on in!” and I won’t apologize for the condition of my heart at that moment, because my closest friends love me and are happier to be with me than with my cleaned-up act.