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I had two hours to pray before Kelli was due back at her apartment. And I waited until the last minute. I squandered some of my time on the Z, and spent the rest as a Martha trying to tie up loose ends, clean up the mess I’d made at her apartment, make peanut butter, and get my work done. I did this so I could spend every waking moment with my love as she walked through her apartment door.
But I did not make any time for God. I sat down to pray, but so ashamed at my infraction of his first and holiest commandment, I fled his presence. How could I sit before His face and “bear myself blameless,” knowing that he had come absolutely last in my list of priorities? I would rather offer nothing to him than to offer something so shameful as last place. Maybe that’s not right — maybe he wants my filthy rags.
Not to complicate the point — because the simple truth is that I broke his commandment through all this — but could my impatience for Kelli’s arrival represnt a sort of seeing through a glass darkly? Is it possible that this holds deeper meaning for the month of advent? I wish that I could desire the return of our Lord like I desire the return of Kelli from Mississippi — how I showered, shaved, swept the floors, emptied her trash cans, did the dishes — all in anticipation! So that she would have something wonderful and worthy of her love to return home to (and after all, I did mess up a lot of her apartment anyway).
She’s home (for real!) !! More later 
