Reality Check

My husband as you may know is the worship media pastor at Parkway Church. That means he always leaves at the wee hours of the morning for practice and two services on Sunday mornings. That also means that we rarely talk on Sundays until after the service at about noon. Well, today I left for church with the house a mess, literally dishes filling the sink and puppy chew toys scattered everywhere.



When I finally met up with Skip after church in his office today, he was standing with our interim pastor hanging out and talking. Michael said, "Did you tell her?" Skip said, "Oh honey, Michael and his family are going to come over for lunch today. I know I forgot to tell you, so we will just order some pizza, okay?" I really tried to act natural, and nice, and hospitable, and all that jazz, but I could have died. I knew the shape of my house, and I knew that this was our friends first time over. They came right over, and everything turned out fine, but I was so dissappointed that I didn't have a chance to present my best for them. I always feel like because I stay home that I should have my cleaning act together. It is almost impossible now that I home school to EVER have anything together.



This whole situation reminds me of how often people think that before they can come to Christ that they somehow have to have their lives together. Isn't that the whole reason we need a Saviour is because we can't measure up on our own? Praise God that He doesn't want perfection. He just wants our belief and trust in Him. I asked God today to forgive me for being so worried about appearances, and to trust that God would let others see beyond the clutter and straight into my heart.

*Just a side note: I don't think Skip will forget to give me a little more notice next time. The horror in my eyes definitely left an unforgettable impression.