Mouse of the House

. . . Choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve . . . but as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord. Joshua 24:15 (NASB)

It was a fuzzy purple mouse, with pink ears and bug-eyed, about the size and shape of an egg, staring at me from my front door frame. “One of the cat’s toys,” I chuckled, the kind that hangs from a string on the doorknob. Apparently I had left in a hurry and slammed the door so fast that the silly thing had swung around to the outside, leaving the toy dangling in the breeze.

“How difficult it would be,” I thought, “to hide the fact that a cat-lover lives here.” It would be obvious enough on the inside of the house, but today with the purple mouse trapped outside, every passing driver would know. Even without the dangling mouse outside and the food bowls and toys littered around indoors as evidence, a visitor would know immediately that well-loved cats lived here, because the real thing would be in his lap immediately.

When I thought about it, I hoped that guests and even drivers-by would know more about me and my house than just that I love my cats. I love my Lord too, and I hope that is always even more obvious. Not just with emblems, a dusty Bible, or a copy of “Footprints” on a wall, but with the real thing being evident as soon as a visitor entered. I would hope that the signs of my commitment would be as defining and deep as the effect He has had on my life. More than just the outward objects, I hope my home always reflects the peace, order, and joy that have become part of my life since I came to know Him. My home should be a physical witness to anyone who comes to call, or even passers-by.

Lord, let my home reflect You and testify to my faith. Let nothing ever so much as enter my door that would bring shame or disgrace to you. Let my abode always be ready to receive any visitor, or even You, some day. Amen.