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The Thing I Miss The Most...

When my mother was alive, one of my favorite things was to lay with her in bed; and tell her all about my day; This is the one thing that I miss the most—simply knowing that I was heard brought such joy and peace. When I read the words in Mark 2:17, “Upon hearing this, Jesus said to them, it is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. I have not come to call the righteous but sinners.” Somehow this verse brings me comfort to know that in all my sins, Jesus came for me. He did not come to the ones that think they have it all together. He came for me the chaotic one, the one wanting, the one searching, the one questioning. When we start seeking and questioning, I believe that is when we activate our ability to hear God, the opposite is also true when we live a life of complacency where we are the center, and there is nothing else. We miss out on the life-changing opportunity to build a relationship with God through Christ Jesus. I still miss lying