“Come meet with Me,” He whispered this morning, and I brushed His words aside like a mosquito. “Yes Lord, in a moment. I just need to get dressed first.”
Dressing led to my makeup routine, which led to putting on music while I got ready, which led to checking my email notifications, which led to a post to Facebook, and looking up deals of the day on my favorite deals site. And before I knew it, an hour had gone by and my morning was slipping away. (Please tell me I’m not the only one who does this?)
Still, He called to me, “Come meet with Me.” I breathed in. “Sure, Lord. Let me put in a load of laundry and I’ll be right there.” And I rushed off to get ahead of my chores for the day and remembered that the compost needs to be taken out and the dishes put away and my friend was still waiting on a reply to her text. (Seriously? I know quiet time with Him does my heart good. And still I put it off sometimes like a child not wanting to take her vitamins.)
“Come. Meet with Me.” I collapsed in the chair at the kitchen table, defeated. I tried reading a psalm but my head was swarming with ideas and thoughts and I just couldn’t find stillness. But I came to Him anyway, with humility and repentance, holding on to the verse that propelled me forward:
Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.
Hebrews 4:16
He was waiting for me, eager to meet with Me. And I was brutally honest with Him.
Tweet This“Lord, I messed up. I know You called me to Yourself first thing as I woke up and I didn’t listen. Could you redeem these fews minutes I can spare? I know they’re not much, but they’re all I have now. And I recognize the folly of my choices this morning. I need You.”
And as I bowed my face to the ground, He quieted me with His love, wrapped me in His embrace. Amazing, undeserved, overflowing grace over a daughter who came even in the last few minutes. Still He received me. And still, He met with me. And I rocked in His arms, much like my little Carissa climbs into my arms before bed, content with just resting her head on my shoulder, saying nothing, wanting nothing except to be with me. And my heart overflows with love for her.
Friends, as long as you have breath it’s not too late to come home. He’s waiting. He’s calling. No matter the minutes or years you’ve wasted away–come meet with Him today.
Be honest.
Be humble.
Cling to the grace of Jesus.
And draw near to His throne.
He is already there, waiting.
