Duh!

I know I am a smart person. I know I'm a bit above average intelligence. I think I can say that without being too conceited and without getting "smited by God" for lack of humbleness. There have been signs along the way that indicated I'm a smart girl. But, no amount of intelligence protects you from having "moments". You know, those moments ... when the lightbulb goes on and it is so glaringly obvious that you can't for the life of yourself figure out how you never saw it before. So, I had one of those moments yesterday.

We had this thing at our church on Saturday, a Back-to-school thing, service to the community thing, trying to meet the needs of parents of school-aged kids thing. I had signed up to help late in the day, but I told myself I would show up earlier than my assigned time to pitch in. However, trying to make myself leave the house was difficult. You see, we are selling our house. It's been on the market for about two weeks and I now live with the knowledge that anyone could show up at anytime with hardly any notice to see our home. Therefore, it is on me, and in my best interest, to keep it as clean as possible at all times. I must have my house in order or I can't leave the house. So, on Saturday, as I was telling myself I should leave for the church, I continuously had to remind myself that until my house was in order, I couldn't go. Plain and simple, no options, my number one priority is for my house to be in order. Period.

So, then jump to church on Sunday. There I am, having a great time in worship, singing away, minding my own business, and praising my God. When suddenly, there's that dang lightbulb, so glaringly obvious, destroying my moment of worship. It's hanging over my head and I know there wasn't a soul in the room who missed it. And of course, surely they were wondering how someone as intelligent as I didn't figure this out a looooooong time ago.

The revelation that was illuminated to me was this .... why don't I have the same standard when it comes to my spiritual life? Why I don't I require that my "house" be in order before I am allowed to leave the house (go out into the world) everyday? Why is it that I am able to walk out of the house day after day after day without having spent time with God getting myself prayed up and girded to face what may come? I know that it is in my best interest to have "my house in order", and yet, I have never required it of myself. I simply assume that sometime during the day, when I find time, perhaps at the end of the day, I will get around to it. Perhaps, if I don't run out of time doing all the other important things in my life, I will get my house in order. I guess it's all about priorities and it shows me that I've got some rearranging to do.