Come to Me

I find myself crumpled in the corner. I’m clutching things that hold immense value to me. Some of the items include vacation pictures of Jana, a sweater she wore on one of our many date nights, and her journal filled with notes of faith-filled wrestlings with God and His call on her life. My knuckles are white as I hold these articles tightly to my chest and my tears threaten to ruin the photos. Facing the corner, I hide in my pain, clenching my eyes shut. Letting no one in…

Come to Me…

There is a gentle touch on my shoulder. I feel the warmth, I know there is thoughtful presence in this touch. A knowing, understanding connection that lovingly begins to pull me from my darkness. Fear organizes a powerful struggle against changing from the defensive posture in which I have constructed. Eventually, my new heart wins out and I trust the Spirit…

Come to Me…

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, I turn. My hands eventually relax on the items I have loved so dearly. As I adjust position my eyes open and I notice a beautifully built wood box sitting close to me. There is a gold plate on the front of the container with the simple inscription “Eternity” written on it.

Come to Me…

Reaching out, I carefully place my items, one by one, into the box until I have released everything in my hands. Holding nothing anymore, I turn, fully facing the One who drew me out and He softly beckons me. I throw my unencumbered arms wide and with tears of joy streaming down my face, I hold tightly to my Savior. I am home.

“Come to me, all of you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take up my yoke and learn from me, because I am lowly and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”

Matthew 11:28-30

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