It has always been a thought I cannot dismiss. At the time of Jesus' birth, there was no convenient place for His arrival. Mary and Joseph did not have easy accomodations waiting for them. It was a choice by someone to make room for them. There was no force. No assumption. No reservations. They depended on God. God worked in the heart of an individual who loaned them a humble place in less than perfect conditions.
Somehow that seems so familiar to the way Jesus enters our lives. He doesn't just take up residence unless we choose to allow Him to do so. He doesn't force Himself into our lives. Our lives may be very ordinary, less than perfect and actually, quite substandard for a King to reside. But that's all He asks. We don't have to be perfect or "up to par." We simply have to be willing for Him to arrive.
I often wonder how the individual, (we often call them the innkeeper), felt when they eventually realized they had made room in their stable for the King of Kings!
I wonder what we will eventually realize when we make room for Him, too! ♥~thl
Somehow that seems so familiar to the way Jesus enters our lives. He doesn't just take up residence unless we choose to allow Him to do so. He doesn't force Himself into our lives. Our lives may be very ordinary, less than perfect and actually, quite substandard for a King to reside. But that's all He asks. We don't have to be perfect or "up to par." We simply have to be willing for Him to arrive.
I often wonder how the individual, (we often call them the innkeeper), felt when they eventually realized they had made room in their stable for the King of Kings!
I wonder what we will eventually realize when we make room for Him, too! ♥~thl
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