He Meets Me Here

As I sit here in my quiet house, with feet propped up on a fluffy little poof, blanket draped over my legs, I can feel my heart begin to race. I work hard to calm my mind, to control my breathing as my chest becomes more heavy.

Anxiety is a familiar companion. One that I can remember from early childhood and one that continues to tag along, even when my mind is at peace, my body doesn’t seem to agree.

I spend a couple days a month with an amazing therapist. She helps me sift through traumas of the past with gentleness, grace, a heart for Jesus and wisdom that can be difficult to find in our world. God knew I would need her. Her fellowship and counsel has been incredibly important to my faith journey.

I spend a lot of time in the word. It hasn’t always been this way but I needed to hear from God.

All of these things have something in common. That thing is healing. A year ago it didn’t look like this. Two years ago, it really didn’t look like this.

God has answered prayers for healing, restoration and peace. Even still He continues His great faithfulness.

Why do I share this? Because I think it’s so important that everyone knows this:

That Jesus meets me here.

He meets me when I can’t plaster on a smile(and he doesn’t expect me to). He meets me when my heart is deeply melancholy. He meets me when I am too week to rejoice over the victories. Like the faithful Savior He is, He meets me here.

He holds me up in the highs; when things are beautiful, comfortable and peaceful.

Equally, He carries me. When I misplace my anger toward God, when I ask how it could ever be safe to fellowship, when I doubt more intensely than Thomas. He meets me here. He shows me His mercy, He points my face to His word, He dusts me off and He continues to match me, step for step.

He meets me here.

When my pride overtakes me again. He convicts me, He sees me through confession. He reconciles me.

I want you to know that He’ll meet you here.

He’ll meet you right where your at. Ugly pride, fear, deep sorrow, shame or when you’re numb.

He’ll meet you, He’ll wash your feet and He’ll sit at a table with you.

He’s present without caution. He’s fully invested.

He’ll meet you here.

Published by The Crunchy Vagabond

I am primarily a disciple. This is my highest calling. I have a beautiful family. We are now living stationary(no more trailer life) in a beautiful little cottage style home, in our childhood town. While life is still challenging(as it is for everyone), blessed beyond measure doesn’t even cover it. This is a place for my thoughts and experiences. It’s not going to be for everyone, therefore, the symbolic door is always open(it’s actually just a link 🤷🏻‍♀️) and you can come and go and block as you please. It’s all love. ✌🏻

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