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By Bonnie Bowden
02/28/13
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It felt as some presence drew me to the two-story Victorian with a FOR SALE/OPEN HOUSE in the front. The home had both a sense of familiarity and foreboding about it.

I knocked on the door, and the host opened it for me to enter. Then, I was guided from room-to-room for a thorough tour of the place—no detail was left out or forgotten. The house was fully furnished, so I hoped that would leave me with less work and more time for the important things in life.

The first stop was a small hall closet located just off the main foyer to the right. It was painted ebony and accented with shades of gray for the trim. It still had some personal items left in it from some time in the past. Whatever was contained in the boxes was beginning to draw flies.

“I will be happy to get rid of all this rubbish for you. I think a nice fresh coat of snow white paint would really freshen up its look.”

“Oh, what a relief! I had been so busy with my job and other responsibilities lately that my strength was completely diminished.

The office was the next room we visited. When I walked into the room, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that this wasn’t any house—it was mine. It was painted a scarlet red with wooden beams centered in a cross pattern on the ceiling. However, the focal point of the room which once drew my mind upward was now replaced with a computer, printer, and large screen T.V.

I watched Him stamp “Paid in Full” over the “For Sale” sign. He didn’t want me to take the guilt upon myself again.

We walked into the living room, next. It was a cozy and intimate room. Across the marble floor, a fire burned in the fireplace. It was painted canary yellow and light poured in from the many windows. What once was a place of prominence in my life was now a diminished afterthought.

I used to sit for hours conversing with my Frend in this room. I would open my Bible and He would bring different passages to mind. But as time passed, I started to neglect my time with him. Even though He continued to wait for me every day, I was occupied with the busyness of life.

Through a passkey lay the kitchen. It was fully loaded with all of the major appliances. My eye was drawn to the refrigerator and pantry. I was embarrassed to discover that it did not hold nutritious foods, such as, milk, whole grains, lean meats, and cheeses; it held mostly junk food.

My Master would not be able to have supper with me. His diet consisted of the choicest words and thoughts while mine have been filled with the superficial.

Up at the top of the stairs was my bedroom. I had originally decorated it with a garden mural. There were touches of all types of greens, yellows, reds, oranges, and colors of the rainbow. The brass headboard that I had purchased with care had now started to tarnish.

The once lush greens of the ferns and other plants were now wilted and dying. I had sadly neglected their care.

I awoke with a start. I ran to the safe and took out the title describing its location, condition, assets and liabilities. I signed my heart over to belong to Him alone for all of eternity.

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