Christmas is in one week. If I were a small child, that statement would probably cause squeals of delight and wonder-filled eyes. But, alas, I am not a small child (although Kit might argue that point after her observation of my behavior last night, but that's another story). So the fact that Christmas is in one week brings a shock of awareness and a panic that grows and ebbs depending on the state of the house.
At first glance, this peaceful scene would indicate that things actually do look a little festive in the living room. But turn around to view the kitchen and you will find a completely different appearance there and in the dining areas.
Maybe things are better upstairs, you wonder? Let's check out our bathroom and my infamous (or possibly now famous) sink. Notice the area to the back left of the picture where the toilet is...not. But can you see how great the new floor looks?
While the intended usefulness of the missing toilet is not available in its present location, if we could work out a few plumbing adjustments, a nightly visit would take far less time!
I think getting the house ready to sell is a small snapshot of what God has been doing in our lives. He's taken the basic structure and left it intact, but completely torn off the old and put on the new. Lest you fret and think all is in disorder, we are slowly getting things finished and there are moments of quiet rest beginning to take place again. (Unless you work for the Atlanta Braves, and if so, then I think Santa might be your best hope).
While it's probably irreverent in some deep theological way, I leave you with my favorite picture of the day. 2 Corinthians 5:21 tells us that "He made Him who knew no sin to be sin on our behalf, that we might become the righteousness of God in Him". That's Christmas, that's our hope, that's our life. Even if Jesus really wasn't a pea.