♪♫ Joy to the world, the Lord has come!
Let earth receive her King.
Let every heart prepare Him room,
and heaven and nature sing… ♪♫
The lyrics flow so freely off my lips I almost miss it.
I haven’t needed words displayed to sing this song for 15 years or more, but they were in front of me this day. And I glanced down at them just in time.
My eyes focus intently on the portion I need to linger on:
Let every heart prepare Him room.
And I feel my heart saying:
Make room for the Lord. No, more than that.
Prepare a place for Him. His very own room.
Heaven will sing. Nature will rejoice. There will be joy.
Now, Jesus has taken residence in my heart longer than I’ve had this song memorized. But has He had His very own room prepared? One that remains His? A permanent place?
I must confess, I’ve shuffled Him around from time to time. At the mere excuse of fleeting convenience.
But I’m striving to change that.
I want Him to be my guest of honor.
He deserves to have His own room prepared.
He’s doing as much for me.
2 My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? 3 And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. (NIV)
He’s preparing a place. Just for me. Just for you.
No excuses. Nothing else taking precedence. But us.
I’m so blessed. For I am incredibly loved and pampered over.
I sure can learn a lot by His example.
My eyes glance back down to the lyrics of a song I’ve heard with my ears so many times, but have never heard in my heart until now. And I see it. Right there in black and white.
The words jump from the page:
Joy! The Lord has come! The Savior reigns!
His blessings flow. Sin and sorrow grow no more.
Fields, floods, rocks, hills, plains…resound joy.
His Truth. Grace.
His wondrous love.
Repeat the joy. Repeat the sounding joy.
Yes, He deserves a room prepared in the depths of my soul. One that takes precedence. No more excuses.
Lord, please, come in. I have Your room prepared.
This life that I have made? The one I prepare for each day?
It’s Yours. All of it. For keeps…
How about you? How do you prepare Him room? I’d love to hear.
Thanks for sharing your time with me.
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