Why is it that it takes a trial to open my eyes to the fullness of God? To the reality that yes, He is here with me, waiting for me to set my sights on Him?
Why is it I run headlong into most days, forgetting what He tried to share with me in the early moments of the morning, when I sat with Him?
Why is it, I allow stress and busy-ness to draw my eyes—my heart—away from the One who loves me passionately, perfectly, purely?
Why is it I think I can breathe even one breath without the One who created all things,
all people . . .
the One who breathed me into existence giving it to me?
It’s so easy to live my days thinking I’m “Like this”—fingers crossed—with Jesus, while I’m hurrying, raising my voice at the kids, thinking all responsibility rests on my shoulders.
All the while, my Jesus, walks beside me, Peace personified, often times unseen by my “hurry-up” eyes. But He’s there, nonetheless.
Waiting for me to slow down. To breathe. To look to Him with eyes that can really see.
I wonder if this is one reason I experience struggles, walk through situations far bigger than myself . . . so that I can see Jesus. His steadfast presence, His quiet perfect, faithful love wrapping me up, hugging me close to Him.
When I encounter a situation much larger than myself, then I finally, finally still my heart.
I can admit to Him that I can’t walk it out alone.
And wouldn’t you know, it’s when I come to Him, all needy and spent, that He meets me in that place. He pours His grace over me.
Sometimes through the words of friends. Through offers of help. Through spoken and unspoken prayers on my behalf.
Through His quiet singing over me. His reminders of just how crazy-in-love He is with me.
It’s in those places where I learn how to be still, to rest in Him. I learn I can walk through a trial with His peace.
What about you? How do you quiet yourself when you’re walking through a struggle? In what ways do you “see” Jesus?