Such a silly request, it seems – to ask the One for whom I wait to make my heart ready. And yet, this morning, mere days before His arrival, I hold this grief: the inn of my heart is booked! Booked full of distractions worries fears selfishness pride. I loathe how these things lodge in the king-sized beds I pray readied for Him. Oh, how I loathe my weakness to turn them away!
I have only one move to make.
I cry out again right now, and each day until He comes:
