Tired One, Lift Your Eye
This morning I woke up tired. Sore. Mentally drained.
I walked downstairs to some chocolate baked donuts I made (they turned out quite nicely), and I got my cuppa coffee to settle into a study nook for my morning meditation on the Word of God.
I opened the book and my notes journal, and I stared at it. Blankly. Exhaustedly. I couldn't bring myself to read it, my heart was not in it this morning. I wanted to want it, but before I even lifted my eyes to its words, I was already so harshly judging myself: You aren't in the frame of mind to receive this; you're going to read and gloss right over this; what kind of Christian are you. Ouch. My heart became heavier than it already was...
Then I sat back. I looked outside as it rained on the patio. I sipped my coffee. And the softest voice inside said to me, "Come." Then silence. I kind of sat in awe for a minute or two. It was as if God himself spoke to me, and then my mind turned to moments that filled this past year. Moments where I was weak, tired, physically unable to move. God met me there, every time. Sometimes, his presence was quiet. Sometimes, it was strong and overwhelming. But always, He came.
So this morning, as I sip the tail end of my really wonderful cup of joe, I realize this: Jesus, He came. This is the season of Advent, which means to wait. Because of the era we are born into, we have not had to wait, not for a moment, for Jesus to come. He already has come. But now, it is up to us to come to him. To meet Him- or rather, to acknowledge that He is Here, now, God with us- Immanuel.
Come, my dear friend, with your harsh judgements. Place them into the hands of Christ.
Come, sweet one, with your weariness and exhaustion. He gives rest to the weary.
Come, with the things that torment your mind, that cause anxiousness to your soul. For He is the Prince of Peace and brings still to the storms you are in through a peace that transcends understanding, and circumstances.
Come, you who are physically bound by illness and ailments. He heals, and it is from the inside out, beginning with the eternal and blessing via the physical, in His time, in His way.
Come, you who are confused and unsure. He is unafraid of your doubt, and fearlessly sees it all as He holds you in His hands, more faithfully than you can comprehend.
Come, you who feel darkness in your heart, whether from unforgiveness or this hard world. He is the Light of the World, and promises that the darkness has not overcome.
Come, you who are enraptured in blessing. There is still more for you, for our God is boundless and abundant for us to explore and continue to be in awe and wonder.
Merry, merry Christmas to you all this Advent/Christmas season!
Much love to you and all your loved ones,
Melissa xoxo
I walked downstairs to some chocolate baked donuts I made (they turned out quite nicely), and I got my cuppa coffee to settle into a study nook for my morning meditation on the Word of God.
I opened the book and my notes journal, and I stared at it. Blankly. Exhaustedly. I couldn't bring myself to read it, my heart was not in it this morning. I wanted to want it, but before I even lifted my eyes to its words, I was already so harshly judging myself: You aren't in the frame of mind to receive this; you're going to read and gloss right over this; what kind of Christian are you. Ouch. My heart became heavier than it already was...
Then I sat back. I looked outside as it rained on the patio. I sipped my coffee. And the softest voice inside said to me, "Come." Then silence. I kind of sat in awe for a minute or two. It was as if God himself spoke to me, and then my mind turned to moments that filled this past year. Moments where I was weak, tired, physically unable to move. God met me there, every time. Sometimes, his presence was quiet. Sometimes, it was strong and overwhelming. But always, He came.
So this morning, as I sip the tail end of my really wonderful cup of joe, I realize this: Jesus, He came. This is the season of Advent, which means to wait. Because of the era we are born into, we have not had to wait, not for a moment, for Jesus to come. He already has come. But now, it is up to us to come to him. To meet Him- or rather, to acknowledge that He is Here, now, God with us- Immanuel.
Come, my dear friend, with your harsh judgements. Place them into the hands of Christ.
Come, sweet one, with your weariness and exhaustion. He gives rest to the weary.
Come, with the things that torment your mind, that cause anxiousness to your soul. For He is the Prince of Peace and brings still to the storms you are in through a peace that transcends understanding, and circumstances.
Come, you who are physically bound by illness and ailments. He heals, and it is from the inside out, beginning with the eternal and blessing via the physical, in His time, in His way.
Come, you who are confused and unsure. He is unafraid of your doubt, and fearlessly sees it all as He holds you in His hands, more faithfully than you can comprehend.
Come, you who feel darkness in your heart, whether from unforgiveness or this hard world. He is the Light of the World, and promises that the darkness has not overcome.
Come, you who are enraptured in blessing. There is still more for you, for our God is boundless and abundant for us to explore and continue to be in awe and wonder.
Merry, merry Christmas to you all this Advent/Christmas season!
Much love to you and all your loved ones,
Melissa xoxo
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