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.
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