“Mama, why are you still wearing your pajamas?”
“Son, sometimes I get so busy doing housework that I don’t take the time to change.”
My words hit me like an anvil being dropped on my head. I recognized, at that moment, that that particular morning, I had not taken the time to pray or read my Bible. I had started straight into my housework. I suddenly dropped the laundry basket and walked out of the room.
“Mama, where are you going?” My six-year-old son Rice’s big brown eyes peered around the corner.
“I’m going to change.”
I walked into my room; I knelt down beside my bed. “Father, I’m so sorry that I felt like laundry and living room floors were more important than my time with you.”
I stood up and I began to walk around my bedroom sharing my heart with God. Tears began to roll down my face as I thought about all the things with which God had blessed me. I praised Him for it. Don’t get me wrong, my life was not perfect, but I figured if God inhabits our praises, as the Bible says, then I wanted God to inhabit a place near me, and as I began to praise Him, I began to recognize more and more of the blessings that I receive DAILY from Him.
Then, I began to ask God to intervene on behalf of my friends and family that were struggling with various issues, and as I prayed, I suddenly felt a sense of peace and joy. I knew God was there in the room with me. It was as if I could sense Him just as if a friend were sitting at the foot of my bed listening to me. When I was done, I slid on my favorite T-shirt and jeans and opened my bedroom door to see my three children there.
“Are you okay, Mama?” They chimed in harmony.
I wiped the tears from my eyes. “I’m much better now.” I smiled, knelt down, and hugged each one of them. “Look, I want you all to understand something. Mama was wrong.” They all looked at me in shock, not understanding. “God created me to guide you all in how to pattern your life after Christ, but when I start my day chasing chores instead of chasing after Jesus, then I’m wrong.” They continued to stare at me wide-eyed. “Just know that it’s never too late to change.”
Rice looked at Logan, our 3-year-old, and nodded his head in understanding. “That means that when you go to talk to Jesus in your old pajamas, he changes it into your favorite new clothes.”
I thought that through for a moment and chuckled. “That’s exactly what it means, Rice.”Ephesians 4:22-24
“You were taught, with regard to your former way of life, to put off your old self, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires; to be made new in the attitude of your minds; and to put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness.”