![]() well, that’s a welcome vacation sometimes.Ĭhrist Himself called His disciples away from the crowds and busyness of their lives to spend time with him alone, like unplugging from ministry life with its hectic pace and demands. I complain and whine with the best of them about the loss of conveniences and comfort, and I’d prefer running water with temperature control and the ability to cook meals and refrigerate food any day of the week.īut a day without email and the telephone. When a daughter appears with board game in hand and a pleading look on her face, I have no excuse to give, no busyness to distract, nothing to prevent me from sitting. That’s what happens when we lose power or Internet at our house. Her book, Ask Me Anything, Lord: Opening Our Hearts to God’s Questions, is available now! To read more devotionals by Heather King, click here.įive puzzles, six books (or more), one game of Memory, word searches, and some tricycle training. Most importantly, she is a Christ follower with a desire to help others apply the Bible to everyday life with all its mess, noise, and busyness. Heather King is a wife, mom, Bible Study teacher, writer and worship leader. It’s what He does.Īnd the beautiful promise in Hebrews is that when I raise my arms up, when I ask for His help, when I reach out and beg for His presence and hold out that empty cup, I don’t need to ask ashamed.Īnd it’s here I will find the mercy and the grace in my time of need. It’s no sideline magic show or performance, no preface to the great miracles still to come.įilling empty vessels is what Christ did. In Whispers of Hope, though, Beth Moore says, Such a trivial thing it seems, saving a wedding party from the social faux pas of the season by turning empty vats into vessels filled with the best wine at Cana. That’s what I cling to today when I’ve slipped into that place again and I’m so timid in His presence at first because I just want to hold that empty cup right up and it feels so bold, so brazen, so demanding to ask Him for more….īut I think of Jesus’ first miracle. No more hiding in the shadows of the throne room doorway or pressing up against the wall and hoping that God doesn’t notice how I’ve stumbled on in. So, I can come knowing that God will welcome me because this throne of His is a throne of GRACE.Īnd at the Grace-throne, I’m confident that I am forgiven and that I am beloved.Ĭonfident that He isn’t rolling His eyes at my needy heart or sighing with frustration at the mess I’ve made of things.Ĭonfident that right then when I need Him the most, He’s offering the grace and mercy I’m so desperate for.Ĭonfident that my emptiness isn’t disappointing to Him and isn’t too much for Him to fill. My baby boy doesn’t lift his hands to me with insecurity or self-accusation he seeks my presence with confidence. Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need(Hebrews 4:16 NIV).Ĭome to Him with confidence…because Jesus is the High Priest who knows what it’s like to suffer and what it’s like to skip meals and to serve others and to lose sleep and to have to fight for rest and quiet-yes, even more than this momma of four does. What if He wishes I’d just pull it all together already and stop holding out my empty vessel for more? What if He wants me to preach to myself for a bit, talk myself right out of my own need before I drop it all down at His feet once again? It’s being in His presence, and only in that precious presence, that will restore my soul. How shy, how vulnerable-when I feel needy, broken, empty, weary, and worn. He is welcome here in my life, in my arms, in my heart.īut me, how uncertain I feel at times. ![]() ![]() More than that, I’ll probably kiss him 100 times in a minute and smooth the fuzz of his hair down and I’ll coo at him and whisper how I love him so. He knows in his baby soul a deep-down truth that Mommy will reach her arms right out for him and hold him close. ![]() Mommy, come hold me! Come love on me! Come feed me and care for me! They’ve met his needs, changed his diapers, helped him sleep.īut now he sees me and me is what he wants. He’s been playing on his own for a while or maybe he’s been cradled and rocked by someone else in the church nursery, and he’s been fine. He’s all eyes on Momma, two beautiful big and sparkly blue eyes speaking so loud, no words needed. He throws his hands up and half-hyperventilates/half squeaks to get my attention. There’s some bouncing and kicking, throwing his body forward and trying to propel himself into my arms.
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