She hid her face behind a huge pair of sunglasses. “How are you?” I asked. She didn’t lie. “Not so good.”
Not so good. It hurts to say that, doesn’t it? To admit you’re in need. To admit you’re hurting.
He came into the shop short of breath. “Can I pray for you?” I asked (after some serious prompting from the Holy Spirit.) He clung to me. “Yes, please.”
Yes, please. It’s humbling, isn’t it? To confess you’re finding life difficult. To confess you’re finding the very act of breathing laborious.
The man stood on the street corner. A little dirty. A little shabby. “God loves you, you know,” I said. He looked at me like I was crazy. “Nah, I don’t believe that.”
Nah, I don’t believe that. It’s frightening, isn’t it? To feel so lost and lonely you want to deny your Maker loves you? So bereft you want to deny His very presence in your life?
I talked with the woman wearing the sunglasses for some time this afternoon. I know where she’s coming from. I’ve been in a place where I ran from God. Wandering in a far country where the pods for the swine started to look appealing.
Doing not so good.
I remember thinking God must surely be disgusted with me. Surely He was holding me at arm’s length telling me as soon as I got my act together, He’d be willing to take me back. As soon as I decided I’d rather be a grovelling slave in His house, He’d let me come and take a place at the lowest end of the table.
That’s not how the story goes, though, does it? Luke 15:20 says while I was still a great way off, my Father saw me and had compassion, and ran and fell on my neck and kissed me.
While I was still a great way off.
Do you see Him? The Father. Waiting. Watching.
To bring out the best robe, the signet ring, the sandals of peace. Peace between Him and me. Peace between Him and you. To celebrate life over death. Triumphing victoriously in Him, not perishing by inches as the world sucks away vitality and hope. To heal and save, to bind and build, to comfort and restore. To make us sons and heirs, not slaves.
How are you today? Not so good? In need of a healing touch? Maybe so buried in the pain of your circumstances you’re starting to wonder if He even cares, if He even knows, if He even sees!
Be assured, according to Ephesians 1:2 – 14 you are: chosen in Him, adopted as sons, accepted in the Beloved, redeemed through His blood, given an inheritance and sealed by the Holy Spirit
Rejoice in that! Then listen to this song.
Be blessed, Jeb xx