Just as I Am

Lately I’ve become so aware of how my life often mirrors people in the Bible. Seeing myself in those scenes often brings the reality of Jesus’ presence even closer…
Sometimes I come to Him as the woman desperately needing His healing touch in my heart, knowing that just touching the hem of His garment will change my life.
Sometimes I come to Him as the woman with the alabaster box, so deeply in love with Him, so grateful for what He’s done for me, that I simply want to pour out my love and worship at His feet.
Sometimes I come with a prodigal heart, though not outwardly running away, inwardly needing to return again to the experience of my Father’s perfect, merciful love.
Sometimes I come to Him as Peter did, having dared to step out of the boat and walk on the waters at His invitation, but now finding myself fearful and sinking as I see the waves.
Sometimes I come as Mary, longing to sit at the feet of Jesus, listening intently to what He says. More often though, I come as Martha, rushing around, worried about the many things that need to be done.
But always I can come to Him, just as I am.
Regardless of my condition, all He asks is that I come to Him. In every place, in every need, with every circumstance, coming to Jesus is the answer.