Let me set the scene for you.
In my room, I have a vintage waterfall desk. It’s where I get ready in the mornings. It’s also my bedside table, and a catchall for the odds and ends I keep near and dear.
Rewind to Friday. I’m getting ready for the day, and as I’m putting on my make-up, drawer pulled open, I see my Bible sweetly staring at me. And get this. There’s a light coating of dust on it.
Dust? In a drawer? I didn’t even know that was possible.
But I immediately knew what it meant.
I left my job at the church almost two years ago (okay, a year and a half). And here I am, just now realizing how far I’ve really wandered.
The reasons are many, but unimportant.
Recently, Michael and I have decided to get back to Sundays. We’ve always been an “every Sunday family” and now that Samuel is 9 months, the “we just had a baby” line has officially expired.
And I think it was no coincidence that we decided to return around Palm Sunday. Was it planned? Not by us, that’s for sure. It just happened to be the time we felt a pull.
But really, isn’t that what Palm Sunday is all about? Didn’t Jesus ride into Jerusalem on a dusty road to lead us to closer to God? To show us the way? Even in the face of death?
I don’t write about my faith too often, but today I felt compelled.
I think we all have things in our lives that need a little dusting. Maybe it’s our relationship with God. Maybe it’s our marriage. Maybe it’s an estranged family member, or even relationships with our own kids. Maybe it’s work.
But regardless of what IT is…
Maybe it’s time to dust it off.
I picked up my Bible today, and the dust was thicker than I had originally thought.
Wiping it CLEAN was theraputic.
It’s officially Holy Week. I hope you have a wonderful one.
And I hope you spend the whole week dusting…