He instantly made Himself at home moving from one room to another scanning with His discerning eye all of my possessions, making my house a home – and as He did so I became aware of the fact that there were many things out of the sight of human eye that He knew about, and that made me feel uncomfortable.
He moved purposefully over to a small pile of magazines and lifted one from underneath and said with tenderness: “shall we throw this away?”
I started to feel a shameful anticipation as this Altogether Lovely One began to probe drawers and cupboards, looking on top and behind for unwanted things that might be lurking there, collecting dust and causing clutter. But somehow along with that uncomfortable feeling there was also one of relief because I knew that He wouldn’t feel completely at home until all of this unwanted stuff had been removed. He asked me more times than I wish to remember that day: “Shall we throw this away also?”
At the end of that day He sat reclined in my favourite chair in front of the glowing fire, which burned the last of the logs I had gathered for the winter last year. In his hand was a mug of hot coffee and a look of complete contentment on His face, eyes closed, breathing deeply – as if He was asleep but I knew He wasn’t!