Saturday, August 16, 2014
Missed My Jesus
"Breathe Me in, rest your soul in Me, and find grace-filled love in Me," I heard my Jesus speaking softly to me tonight. It's been a busy week of work, school, cleaning, and my sweet girl catching her first back to school cold. In the busyness, I have missed my Jesus, not because I couldn't find the time, but because I chose to let my weariness rule my quiet times. It was easier to fall onto the couch and zone out to a good show, or to fall asleep before uttering my goodnight prayers and thanksgivings to Jesus. I felt the weight of this time missed with my Jesus, as I plodded through another day under my own meager steam. My shoulders tensed and my patience ran thin. Still I kept going on in this manner, broken down and melancholy. What a stinky thing I did to myself and those that I came into contact. I was a tired, grumpy grouch who wanted to be left alone, not one of my finer moments I must say. As I prepared for bed tonight, Jesus pursued me with His gentle reminder to draw near to Him. It felt good to center my focus back to Him, a relief actually. That is how it's suppose to be all the time. I am so thankful my Jesus pursued me and how He pursues me daily. I need my Jesus, plain and simple, Amen to that!