Going To Grandma's

January 16, 2000
by Joann Tompkins-Winborn

Psalm 5:7 – But as for me, I will come into Thy house in the multitude of Thy mercy; and in Thy fear will I worship toward Thy holy temple. (KJV)
Psalm 65:4 – Blessed is the man whom Thou choosest, and causest to approach unto Thee, that he may dwell in Thy courts: we shall be satisfied with the goodness of Thy house, even of Thy holy temple. (KJV)
Jonah 2:7 – When my soul fainted within me, I remembered the Lord: and my prayer came in unto Thee, into Thine holy temple. (KJV)

It's Sunday and I hesitate to leave the comfort of my bed. I push the snooze button on the alarm and drift back off to sleep. Minutes later, the alarm goes off again, and I drag myself out of bed and into the shower. Last minute decisions on what I will wear leave a feeling of frustration in my heart. A sense of "hurry up" fills me as I realize that I have once again left too little time for preparation.

Forgive me, Lord….

Often, when I was a child, Sundays were not about going to church — they were about going to visit Grandma. Oh! the excitement: the thought of seeing her face, feeling her hugs, smelling the cooking that filled the little apartment where she lived, realizing the safety of being in her presence. Added to the excitement was the feeling of joyful anticipation as we dressed up for relatives and our wanting to look our best for them.

The hour-long ride to the city seemed endless, but for the landmarks along the way: a factory building that said "only half an hour more"; the toll booth which meant only another 15 minutes; the familiar neighbourhood stores that increased my delight at the realization that I would soon be in the presence of the one person who loved me unconditionally. How swift my feet were to run up the stairway to her back door and call out, "Grandma, It's me; I'm here!"

How much greater should be my excitement at the thought of spending time in my Father's holy temple!

Prayer: Father, God, forgive me my complacency, and change my perspective. Oh, that I would visit Your house with a feeling of joyful anticipation, remembering that this day I would soon be in the safety of Your presence, worshipping the One who loves me unconditionally — the One who thinks I am special enough to merit the ultimate sacrifice of His Son for my sins. Awaken in me the child-like glee that comes with the knowledge that before this day has ended, I will knock at Your door and call out, "Father, It's me, I'm here!" In Jesus' name. Amen.

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Joann Tompkins-Winborn <shinenlite@aol.com>
Pompano Beach, Florida, USA

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