Invitation to Intimacy
The Word became flesh and He carried us.
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Late at night, I sit at this keyboard and type.
I beg for the words to flow in holy harmony, leading people to a tangible God.
There is so much more.
There's more to the messy,
unhealthy,
unhappy game we may be living.
We know that God fills the gaps,
waits with the weeping
and mourns with those who have lost.
He's found in our in-between of entering the world and eternity.
I trust Him and believe….
the one who doesn't demand things of me or drain my energy.
The one who leads me to true rest and invites me to linger in His presence.
The Jesus who doesn't need me to perform or give, but just simply be found through Him.
To worship.
To adore.
To contend for the things He's already promised.
This is the God that I live for.
Yet how often am I kept up in the late-night hours praying and wondering…
what if we unintentionally made this faith something less than what God intended it to be?
Has our humanity diluted His love and grace to a weak nod on a Sunday?
There is so much more.
I plead for the broken parts of us to be as grains of sand, sifted through fingers, that land on firm foundation.
May we fall into Jesus.
The One who always meets us with forgiveness and freedom.
He's ever-present.
Shining through the cracks of the sunny window morning,
and in the late night of the darkness.
The Jesus who finds us in the broken as He shows His beauty.
"And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us." John 1:14
Our Savior.
He fills the gaps of the in-between.
He's the answer to our broken humanity.
He's close.
And He's calling you closer.
He was. He is. And will be.
He invites us to intimacy.
written by Jenny Randle