Natalie
Can I say something?
I’m scared to meet with you. I’m afraid of the power I know you possess over my life, the magnitude of the love that you’re waiting to shower upon me, the glorious plans you seem to always have waiting to protect me in my weakness.
You are always waiting for me. Without fail, I’ll drag my tired feet and heart to church every sunday and I’ll have this huge baggage of disappointments, hurt, pain and deceit that I’ve collected with me throughout the week. I’d be burnt out, bruised, exhausted to the core
and then there you’d be. Waiting. Never too tired, never too angry, never lacking in grace, mercy and love. The very things that restores my heart. And you do it all - over and over, sunday after sunday, because you love me.
And I’m not afraid to have that down in words. It’s the one thing I’ve carried with me all my life. but to claim it as my own? Your kind, gentle and forgiving love, for me?
I could never figure that one out.
I’m waiting for answers, I always have been.
Please Lord, this easter. Find me at where I’m at - you know I’m a stubborn one, and though You and I know that my heart and will is weak, this is I know for sure, and this you must know: I love You.
