But the LORD God called to the man, “Where are you?” Gen. 3:9
Heavenly Father, as surely as you asked our first parents this question, so you ask us as well. “Where are you, my beloved?” You ask for our benefit, not yours. For you always know where we are. We are the bearings-less, compass-less, rudderless ones. We can’t hide from you, and we certainly can’t outrun you.
Hiding among trees of fear, anger, and shame; behind rocks of selfishness, pride, and busyness provide zero “protection” from mercy and grace. Why our posing and pretending?
Why do we try so hard not to need you and every good thing you give us in Jesus? Our weakness and brokenness never surprise or shock you. We’ve never known you to be harsh or shaming, unforgiving or unkind. Thank you.
You don’t need our tears of regret or promises of reform. They are no more effective than fig leaves. Ours is to collapse upon Jesus afresh, for He is our covering and peace, our righteousness and hope, our freedom and joy. You’re not looking for us to do anything for you, Father. You’re just pursuing us. You want us. You love us. You see us. So very Amen we pray, in Jesus’ near and kind name.
