A practice I find the need to return to constantly, each and every day, sometimes moment by moment. How prone I am to losing my way, to forgetting where I've been and where I am. I get distracted by the world and all that swirls around me, pulled away by the tug of life's demands and my own restless heart.
Who am I again and who is God and what have I come to know and love of Him? What's the story He's writing with my life, and what is my part in the epic story He's writing for all mankind? Where have I known healing and redemption and growth, and how has He rescued me time and again? And do I even begin to remember and hold fast to how deeply He loves me and how He sees me as His very own? His beautiful creation? His daughter and love?
Oh how easily I forget and find myself wandering the fields like a little lost sheep searching again for her Shepherd. Gratefully though, Jesus is never far off. Never. He's always present, calling me to His heart and inviting me to return… to remember.
He's gracious and merciful and slow to anger. He's patient and loving and gentle with my heart. He sees me and knows me and understands the depths of who I am. He is safe and good, and He is good to me.
And so I return because how could I not? How could I possibly resist and run from such love, the safest arms on earth?
He pulls me close and holds me tight and speaks the truth my soul so desperately needs to hear. He blows away the fog and clears the sky and sets my feet firm. I can see again and hear again, and I'm sure of His love for me and my place in His story. I'm sure of Him, and that is more than enough.
I've returned until the time I may wander again. And when that happens and when I do, I will return again. And there Jesus will be, calling me to His heart… even still.
"Let love and faithfulness never leave you;
bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart."
~ Proverbs 3:3
"Be careful that you do not forget the Lord, who brought you out of Egypt,
and who rescued you from slavery."
~ Deuteronomy 6:12
"O to grace how great a debtor
daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
bind my wandering heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
prone to leave the God I love;
here's my heart, O take and seal it,
seal it for thy courts above."
~ lyrics to "Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing"