Monday, June 18, 2007
With the key given to me, I slowly insert it into the door.
Opening the door for the first time as my place,
I paused to savor the moment & take a pix.
The scent of the shampoo'd carpet greeted me,
the cool of the AC washed over me.
I flipped off my teva's
I felt the dried carpet.
Tromping up the stairs
I looked right, left, and straight
I ducked back down the stairs,
I spun into the kitchen,
glanced into the 1/2 bath & laundry room.
Reaching into the garage
I felt for the opener
The door moaned upwards
Light flooded the townhouse,
I paused again.
God I want this place to be...
I grabbed somethings out of my car
The first things I set out were cleaning supplies
The most important things though
were three books
My Bible, EM Bounds Complete Works on Prayer and My Utmost for His Highest
Holiness, Prayerfulness, Devotion.
I set out to clean,
Carpets to vacuum, shelves to wipe down, drawers to wash out
Scrub scrub scrub
How could a seller, leave a place that they wouldn't want to move straight into?
All is well.
As a rule there are only two times a place is truly clean:
the day you move in
the day you move out
all other times are 'just tidy'
My home to be...
Lord so much...
Does this invalidate my goals, dreams, or plans?
Not a chance.
I do want to return to missions.
I do want to say I Do
I do want to finish what I've set out to do.
In my place.
The key it turns,
opening a new beginning for me.