I sit in the room
The best room in the house
With its breathtaking views
With its windows all around
I’ve lived here for 2 years now
And I’m so happy I stayed
This best room is mine
Jesus gave it to me.
I look around the room
And see this and that
Boxes full of odds and ends
Garbage bin overflowing
The bed isn’t made
When was the last time I vacuumed?
Dust piles up
How did it get to be so messy?
Where did all this junk come from?
Did I neglect this best room
As I prepared the next room
For the visitor who comes soon?
The doorbell rings
And I rush to answer it
Jesus stands at the threshold
The Master of this house
He greets me with a tender embrace
There is no need for words
His eyes say it all
He knows about my room
All the clutter and mess
He’s here to help me
Clean out the odds and ends
But He does ask to see
The room I’ve prepared
For the visitor who comes soon
He smiles, He rejoices
Well done, My child.
It’s almost time
The visitor WILL come soon
They will feel love
They will feel warmth
They will feel blessed
Well done, My child.
Then He asks to see the best room
The one He gave me
Two years ago.
I see the smile fade
I see the sadness in His eyes
But I know He is here to help
Not to throw me out.
I tell Him I’m sorry
I don’t remember this clutter
It seems I was too busy
With the other.
His eyes sparkle again
He holds out His hand
I know, My child, I understand.
Remember this best room
Must always come first
Never neglect it
Never leave it a mess
I will take all the clutter
And junk that has collected.
Think of it no more
Be more careful in the future.
I gave you this room
Because I love you, My child.
It was a gift
Don’t ever forget that.
Take care of this room
Put up pictures
Hang up plants!
LIVE here, LOVE here
You are free to do that.
Why do the picture frames
Still stand empty?
Fill them with memories
Let them stay here with you
Don’t shut them out
It’s OK to let them in.
I’ll be back to check
On this best room of yours
Please, My child
Keep it clean and tidy
Fill it with life and love and happiness.
My heart rejoiced
As the Master walked away
For the gift was still mine
The clutter was gone
I opened the windows
Let the fresh air enter
And thanked my God
For this best room in the house.
– Written August 6, 2001
