Beyond the Cluttered Room

Lord, I am not a good housekeeper. Please allow me a little more time to sweep away all the cobwebs before it's quitting time. The Lord did just that. He gave me 20 years more. But when I turned age 40, I realized I needed more. The Lord smiled at me, His knowing smile, as I swept. He asked me: "You need more time?" "Another 20 years I bet." When I became age 60, I was too ashamed to ask God for anymore time. He understood my pain. But, He gave me 20 years more to spend on work and worry, and He never closed His door even when I was in a flurry. At 90 years I knew more time never could be. Then, the Lord became my Savior. With His love, He set me free. Too old to rise from my armchair to climb those distant stairs, He touched me with His strength; His mercy lifted me there. In the warmth of His presence, the Lord took away my gloom; and I walked into His light beyond my cluttered room. Janet Marie Bingham