desperately running to Jesus has already confirmed that He has already arrived.
Everything in my life has to be planned around my time with Christ, not the other way around.
I'm probably the most insecure person in the world. The more idols that are exposed for what they are (suffocating death), I'm left with nothing. I'm left more than half dead in a desert scrambling for life. Absolutely dry, hedged in by the Lord, until I'm restlessly suffocating and screaming for air. Headaches, pain, sorrow, haunting and the taunting of the enemy until I hit the excruciating pain of not wanting to live anymore... And then out touches my heart, the blood of Christ. Oh Job, oh Gomer.. and many more. The cry of our human heart reveals more of the depths of death we have and the deeper depths of His reaching Hand upon it.
