Jesus, Meet Me Here

Jesus, meet me here.

At the counter while I’m cooking dinner.
While the little one asks for another snack after refusing her meal.
During bath time where the toys line the tub.
At bedtime when I’m more ready for sleep than my children.

Jesus meet me here.

When my heart is so broken that I can’t glue back the pieces.
When test results don’t reflect what I’ve hoped for.
As the bills come in faster than the income.

Jesus meet me here.

In the messy and the beautiful.
In the mundane and the holy.
In the broken places and empty spaces where I feel like I’ve been forgotten.

You see me.
You know me.
You hear me.
You are with me.

Jesus meet me here. I’m ready to be with you.

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