So I got up this morning and the plan was to get everyone ready; drop off Owen and Jahvar then run to the store to get formula and then head to the church to start another long day. During getting ready I did something I NEVER do, actually, I didn't even realize I did it until well afterward. I handed Lillee, my 2 year old daughter, my keys. Looking back I have no idea why I did as normally if I were to see her with my keys I would snatch them and put them up because I know she will lose or hide them.
But not this morning, nope this morning I handed them to her! I can imagine her shock and pleasure when I finally handed her those keys that have been eluding her for months. I only wish she would have kept that prized possession in her possession a little longer.
As we were about to rush out the door I go to where I keep my keys and that's when I realized I had handed them over to my 2 year old. Panic set in and I searched frantically realizing we were already late. It was inevitable, I had to tell my husband what I had done. He opened his mouth to ask me why?, why would I give the keys to our very own Bermuda triangle. But instead he just shook his head and said he wasn't even gonna ask.
After he searched and found nothing. We used the spare key and I brought the guys where they needed to go. But I was still in a dilemma, my keys have the tag I need to go shopping and the key to the church. So I headed home for another sweep of our tiny apartment. The third time around our place I started praying asking God to please show me where the keys are. I know, He's busy but I was desperate! I kept looking and as I did I started noticing all the things around my house that needed to be done.
There were a few dishes in the sink that needed to be washed, a full rack of dishes that needed to be put away. There are toys everywhere that need to be picked up. The livingroom is in complete disarray from a summer/winter clothes swap out that I began last week and at the start of this hectic week neglected. And then God spoke to me clearly!
As a Christian, we all have the gift of the Holy Spirit. And there are times in all of our walks with God when we know the Holy Spirit is speaking to us straight from the throne room of God. The Holy Spirit spoke to me clearly that my keys were not lost, they were put up until it was time for me to go. At first, I was like,"well, Holy Spirit I need to go now so can we stop playing this game and just show me where my keys are?" he then told me to look around, this is where you need to be. You need to stop neglecting your house to sit at the church all day when there isn't anything going on.
The tension I had been feeling released and I started doing dishes. I've let go and I'm letting God reveal to me where they are in His timing. And until then, I'll be cleaning my house!
Amen
