A Special Guest

Big Family Parties always mean lots of cleaning. You clean before they come until things sparkle. You clean after they leave until things are acceptable. The other night I had a nightmare that I was having a family party, but the house was a disaster. There were piles of clothes all over the house. Toothpaste was dried on to the sink from kids that spit, but never make it down to the water. The floor hadn't been mopped in at least a couple of weeks. I was running around like a mad woman as the guests were arriving, trying desperately to make the house at least presentable. My only consolation was that these people were family. They would have to be understanding. Then, to my utter astonishment and horror, President Thomas S. Monson walked in. The only thing I could think of to do was cry and hope he had pity on me. Then I woke up. Funny, I felt like I wasn't acceptable to God because my house was a mess. Yet, I expected my family to forgive me for it. I guess it goes to show that I have a lot to learn about the nature of God. Because I am sure that he would forgive me long before my family would.