Where He Begins

I came to the end.

Of myself. Of my agenda. My limits and weaknesses.

I sat in my car as tears streamed down my face. The worship music was continuing to play in my headphones and my heart was wrecked.

I could feel a tangible presence of God in my time with Him.

I was worshipping and crying out to Him.

My bible sat open in my lap and I tried to read what I “planned to”.

I read the words, but He kept pulling me in. Closer to His heart.

The tears kept flowing and I was led back to worship. To adoration of His goodness. To thanking Him for always being beside me.

Before this moment, I had asked Him to just sit with me. And He did.

He sat with me and poured His love over me like a sweet, fragrant oil.

And the same way that oil stains your clothes and is hard to wash from your hands, my soul was stained with His grace and love and I couldn’t wash it off.

I just kept pressing in to God.

Often on this journey we wonder where Jesus is. Why He won’t speak to us.

But the Beginning of Christ is at the end of ourselves. Beyond our words, our needs, our thoughts, our ambitions, our fears, our doubts, and our insecurities.

Run to the end of yourself and you will find Him.

With outstretched arms waiting to lavish His love on you.

Until another moment,

Jasmine