Hold me, Jesus

So, my birthday was 2 days ago. It was a nice day mostly. I was not feeling real well physically and was in kind of a melancholy mood. I was probably having kind of a pity party too and just didn't feel very spiritual or close to God. My next to last phone call last night was from a very dear friend. As we were talking, I mentioned to him that I wasn't feeling very spiritual today so I had been praying all day. Now, isn't that a funny statement. I didn't feel close to God or spiritual but I had been praying all day. 

I just kind of sat there dumbfounded for a bit. I thank God for the down times that lead to prayer. It was kind of like the poem/prayer, “Footprints” where the person does not feel that God was near because he only sees one set of footprints. But these are the times that God is carrying us. I imagine Jesus carrying me in much the same way He carried his cross. Jesus in his beaten and broken state still carried the cross. The very thing that was to be the means to his death, he carried and faced for the greatest victory the world has ever known. 

I am humbled and awed that Jesus would do that for me. That he would carry my sinful broken self to the ultimate victory with him. Let’s end with a reading from Romans 8:35, 37 –

Who will separate us from the love of Christ? Trial, or distress, or persecution, or hunger, or nakedness, or danger, or the sword? Yet in all this we are more than conquerors because of him who has loved us.