Soft linens cover the mattress. Folded blankets of knitted patterns stack in piles. Hair bows clipped to ribbon on shutters; verses hang like fresh laundry from twine. Pink polka dots and floral bunches stamp femininity on a closet of little clothes. Diapers are layered in drawers, books fill baskets, and frames prop empty for pictures.
Preparing a place.
Each little detail is thought through, each nail perfectly placed in the wall, each dress dotted over and laundered, and each chair sat in for size.
Preparing a place.
As a mother-in-waiting, there is much intention in preparing a place. Prayers, details, planning. So many hours of foreseeing the final presentation, then awaiting the use of the space. It's a preparation of the place as well as a preparation of the heart.
As a mother prepares for the arrival of her child, so God also does for us. Jesus spoke the words, "In my Father's house there are many rooms... I go there to prepare a place for you" (John 14:2). How beautiful to think of him preparing and waiting and nesting for his chosen, his beloved. How encouraging to know he too is in a season of waiting in patient yet anxious anticipation for the arrival of his child. He is preparing a place.
There is communion with God even in this task, even in this waiting, even in this hope. Even in preparing a place.
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