I was standing in my kitchen before work this morning, and my chest puffed up with pride.
Not only was my kitchen relatively clean for once, but it was MY kitchen. My clean countertops. My sliced up fruit in the fridge and my leftovers waiting for lunch. My eyes traveled to my kitchen faucet, dented long before I moved in. Someday, maybe soon, I’ll replace it with something more functional and sleek.
A new gallon of gray paint sits and awaits the walls it will update.
My library books are scattered across my house: the bestseller on my nightstand, the local fiction on my coffee table, the books of popsicle recipes awaiting use. My devotional reads are left on the dining room table where they accompanied a quick bowl of cereal this morning.
I had spent the previous evening at a book discussion surrounding two of Ernest Hemingway’s short stories. I loved being surrounded by people smarter than myself, and who held different life experiences that helped them interpret Hemingway’s short prose.
I breathed in deep. Contentment. Peace. Purpose.
But just an hour before, I had lain in bed, soaking up the last few minutes of utmost relaxation as the sun poured through my bedroom windows, cats pouncing around the bed, and communed with God.
My prayer for the day was that God use me for God’s glory, God’s will and God’s purpose. I prayed for discernment for God’s call.
Even standing in my kitchen, all puffy with satisfaction, I was seeking God’s direction.
What’s next, God?
It seems easy during periods of strife, grief or hectic life to ask God to move us past a situation and to move on to the next step, moment and day.
But during periods of peace, are we asking “Now what?”
I’m perfectly content to absorb God’s presence at this present moment where I’m safe and comfortable at the Midtown Manse. If this is all God calls me to at this time, it’s a beautiful thing.
It is enough.
But I want to be constantly aware of the Holy Spirit moving in my life. I don’t want to miss an open door, a closed door or a cracked window of opportunity to live in utmost faith of God’s plans for my life.
My daily goals are three-fold: Go out of your way to do one thing that makes your home better, do one thing that makes yourself better, and do one thing that makes someone else better.
I hope that these daily goals are infused with the Holy Spirit, and that my will not be done, but God’s.