Appointments

A picture just flashed into my mind, and its similarity to the corner in my room I usually gravitate to first thing in the morning is striking. Only, this picture is different. The curtains are open, and the bright noonday sun shines in the window. Outside is a flurry of activity. This cheery scene should make the room inviting, but despite all this, it looks so cold, so clinical.

At first it makes no sense, but then I see it. My spot is empty, and He is still standing there, waiting...

Thinking of His face breaks me. The sadness...yet no condemnation. He will keep waiting. All He wants is to spend time with me. Could it be real? I've missed my appointment with Jesus, the Lover of my soul! And I could let it go by, without even bothering me?

With shame I think of how anxious I get at the thought of being late for other appointments- ones with mere mortals. I also picture my frustration, the inner rage when they are late for appointments with me. The contrast couldn't be wider.

Yes, He's waiting, He's calling for me, He LOVES me! And my response is so nonchalant as to leave Him waiting, or put Him on hold for something "more urgent". I chills me to the bone.

Will I ever learn? I'm so grateful that He never, NEVER gives up on me. No matter how many times I fall, He's still waiting to pick me up and start again.

"We shall often  have to bow down and weep at the feet of Jesus because of our shortcomings and mistakes, but we are not to be discouraged. Even if we are overcome by the enemy, we are not cast off, not forsaken and rejected of God. No; Christ is at the right hand of God, who also maketh intercession for us." (SC 64)

That's my Jesus.