“Mama, what happens when we die?”
She snuggled in close, 6-year-old daughter of mine, worried sick that night about tornadoes and the world and big scary things.
“We go to heaven to be with Jesus, baby.”
Her head cradled in the crook of my arm, eyes turned up toward me, wide and worried, “But what if I die and you don’t? What if I can’t find Jesus, Mama?”
Arms enfold in a fierce embrace. The tears now mine. “Oh, honey. Sweet baby girl.
Jesus finds YOU.”
And He does, doesn’t He? And not just then, but here and now.
Where are you? Have you been looking for Him? Are you wondering? Wandering?
He WANTS to be in relationship with you, you know. He WANTS to be found by you.
DO you know this?
Do you ever feel like you’re looking for Jesus and you can’t find Him? Or worse, that He’s intentionally hiding from you?
This is not my Jesus. This is not the Jesus of the Bible.
The Jesus of my Bible wants to be found by you. The Jesus of my Bible is not waiting for you to get yourself figured out or get Him figured out or attain some height of revelation or depth of understanding.
The Jesus of my Bible simply says, “Come.”
Come out, come out, wherever you are.
Tell Him you want to know Him, you want to find Him – take that first step, and see that He’s already taken all the other steps.
Seek Him, and discover He has already sought you.
And you are found.
All the Little Pieces 