Yesterday morning I tried to check Jesus off my to-do list.
This happens in seasons of stress and busyness (are there any seasons of not-stress-and-busyness??). I check him off by giving Him a nod (Read: glance at a paragraph of a devotional or toss up a “bless so-and-so”). Check. Done. Moving on to important stuff.
The thing is, when I do that, it’s kind of like being in the “fun” house at the circus. Deadlines, people, circumstances become distorted like in those crazy mirrors – scarier than they really are. My perspective is skewed.
I feel the fear of failure.
I feel the pressure of performance, not the presence of Jesus.
I miss the sacred moments. I miss the small mercies to be thankful for.
But yesterday Jesus didn’t seem to want to remain as just a checkmark. He graciously kept showing up in my day, reminding me that He goes before me and behind me (Isaiah 52:12b).
