God's Homecoming

It has been Homecoming week here and three days beforehand my daughter announced she would be going. No date-thank God-but with friends. I slowly realized that that meant taking her favorite dress to the cleaners. Plus checking on her shoes that went with the dress. During an excruciatingly painful early morning anxiety attack it also meant a corsage. Of which I had a horrible feeling there were none left.
So, after dress cleaning and shoe checking and corsage begging we seemed to be okay. Then, I learned her friends were all going out to eat. Lovely. Another mom and I will be accompanying the dining festivities. Just a precaution...
I have overheard many a frenzied mother these past few weeks talking about matching sons shirts with girlfriends dresses and finding the right shoe for their daughters lovelies. Fun times, fun times.
It made me think about Homecoming when I was younger. Dresses and shoes and flowers. The big dance and the big game. Who would be crowned Homecoming Queen...And a lot of other things I'm glad my daughter doesn't do. And hopefully there's no "yet" in that sentence.
These memories made me ponder God's Homecoming. How will He find our clothes? In our house, scattered everywhere. What about our hair? I have perpetual bad hair days so there's a zero on that score card. What about the big game? God seems to shoot pretty much from the hip so I don't think He plays many games. The final score, however, will be of interest to Him.
When God comes to your home, how will He find it? It is my fervent hope and prayer everyone's final score will be a win-win situation for both home and guests.

God's Driving Lessons

The countdown has begun...Our oldest will be eligible for their driving license at the end of the month. Yikes!
Said driver is pretty cautious behind the wheel. However, said driver doesn't listen as well as they did when first starting out. Rolling of eyes has ensued. Not good.
Despite all they have learned, they still need coaching and coaxing from Mom and Dad. To my great surprise, Dad is more nervous and yells more than Mom. I guess Mr. Phlegmatic does indeed have some buttons to be pushed. Very interesting.
Through it all, we have prayed. Let's face it, even the best drivers who have driven for decades have their moments. And accidents. Add in a little road rage and it can be a scary place out there.
The other day while driving amist the yelling from Dad and the white knuckle moments-only a few-I had a thought. What would God's driving lessons be like? He'd yell less and compliment more. We'd listen loads better. No eye rolling. There's be no accidents because, well, He's God. He's in the driver's seat whether we think we're steering the car or not.
What if, just for fun, we admitted God is always in the driver's seat. Not just when we drive but for life in general. Hmmm...Lo, I am with you always. Sound familiar? Jesus told the disciples that before He ascended into Heaven. And of course, we know He is always with us too. Nice. Makes you rethink an awfully lot of things. Including driving lessons.