“What would Jesus say to you if He were sitting at the table?”
That question floored me. I immediately heard/felt/sensed the Holy Spirit giving me my answer: Jesus would tell me He misses me.
My relationship with Jesus has been on-again, off-again for most of my adult life. It’s not His fault – He’s been pursuing me, loving me, and waiting for me every time I separate myself from Him. And I don’t mean to…I truly want to be close to Jesus. I love Him for who He is and what He’s done for me. He is a real and undeniable presence, coming to my rescue when I’m desperate and lavishing blessings on my undeserving life.
If Jesus were physically standing right in front of me, I would undoubtedly fall on my face in awestruck reverence, worshipping the one who paid it all so I could even have the chance to know Him.
But He is here. And I’m not living up to my end of the deal. Instead of having a consistent conversation with my Savior, I’m checking Facebook, Instagram, and my email. Instead of falling at His feet in daily praise, I let my thoughts wander to what I’m wearing tomorrow or to the next thing on my to-do list. Instead of acknowledging His presence, I whisk right past Him, slamming the door in His face as I take care of business on my own.
I wouldn’t dare treat anyone I love with that distant, thoughtless attitude. But I do it to Christ multiple times a week.
And He misses me. I feel it. I hear a still, small voice whispering my name, urging me to stop, drop everything, and just be with Him. Some days I comply, and the peace, joy, and assurance I gain from time spent communing with Jesus makes the biggest difference in the rest of my day. I’m more like myself when I start the day with Him.