Come be with me, I heard God whisper.
But, but . . . my heart immediately stammered.
But my desk is a mess and I didn’t dust. But I haven’t changed the sheets or chopped the veggies or hung the Happy Birthday sign. But there are crusties on the highchair and crumbs in every corner. But . . .
Come BE. With ME, He called.
I suddenly saw Mary at the Lord’s feet and Martha reflecting back at me in the streaky mirror.
I’m over at Deeper Waters today sharing about how Jesus gently interrupted my frantic pre-party cleaning to reveal the mess that mattered most—the one in my heart.