Continuance

Zacchaeus days. Hours that tick by. Consumed with selfish gain.  Unknowingly my own sin has weighed me down hard. Bent my back and my gaze clings to the floor. Crack of time worn out, wood meeting wood. Hard tile unscathed by shuffling feet. Darkness falls over myself as low lids cover my gaze.

One thought. One word. One name.

Jesus?

Going through the motions. Wash dishes. Dry dishes. Turn to give gold spun, joy child a cup of water. Shadows dance across my face. I flinch. Is that you? He is there with me. I look up. I sense His grin. God of the universe playing light games with me in the kitchen. He laughs at His victory. I attempt to contain my grin. I look out the window. The treetops sway high. Sunbeams shine though and play peekaboo with my gaze. Strong love wind trumps solo view!

He has stolen me again! I am thankful. My heart swells. His promises hold true. Every time. All time. It all belongs to Him alone. I am no longer lonely Zacchaeus stuck down low. I am Child of the King, who bows down low. I look high and get down low. I seek to serve Him who overcomes me.

Miracles are here. He is showing himself True. I invite Him to my table. I break bread with Broken Heart Friend. She finds strengthening to return to continuance. Children need a change of scene and a resting place. They come. We sew. We laugh. We rest. God is here in this place. He is there in your vicinity.

The world holds us down harsh. Christ has overcome the world. He picks up our broken self and sets us high. In the treetops of His love and grace, we rest in the shadow of His wing. In the nest woven by H1is grace, it is a Zacchaeus day. He has brought His grace to my home and has redeemed this day from the pit. I am filled full with thankfulness. My joy in running over.