I Needed Nothing Else

I was taken aback by the plainness of the tabernacle. The lack of gold and jewels. The wooden floor; the wooden box; a white candle...Then I needed nothing else...but Jesus.

I Am Not Tired

A year ago, I was exhausted and overwhelmed. I couldn't see down the road. Visibility was low. Yet, there was an inner longing to please God. To do right by all the people who were praying for me.

But I was tired. I didn't want to press on.
In those moments, I relied on the presence of God in ways my mind could not fully comprehend. By doing so, God guided me through.

Yes the way was difficult. I didn't always want to press on, but the hand of God was "Ever So Faithful."
Today, I am not tired. Oh what will God ask of my energy?

Sweet Jesus

Each time I taste, I see.
Each time I see, I feel.
Each time I feel, I change.

Poking Me

Being poked can be so annoying. Especially when you can't stop the poker from poking.

Jesus has been poking me lately and just won't quit. Surely I had become comfortable, not willing to do more, move on, step onto the next plane.

But there He was, poking me. Calling my attention not just to Him, but also to the tasks He had assigned me. Poking me as I drug my feet, made excuses, pretended to get up. Poking me so that I would take notice. Poking me so that I wouldn't get comfortable in complacency.

As annoying as poking can be, I am grateful for Jesus. His constant jab let me know He was still present; that He had not abandoned me; that I was still important; that I matter. Jesus' poking told me that there was no need to fear.

Poking me -- onward.

Are you being poked by Jesus too? Let's share stories.