The other day, I was making breakfast when Grace and I heard AJ start to wake up. I was making French toast and was covered in raw egg at the moment, so decided to finish making breakfast before I rescued AJ from his room. Grace disappeared and all was quiet. I finished my task, and went downstairs to get AJ. I found Grace in his room, also. He sleeps with his door open, and a baby gate across the doorway. Grace said she had tried to help him out, but couldn't. So instead, she climbed in with him.
Isn't that exactly how Jesus works?? Not that he CANT help us out of sticky situations, but often, it's up to us to work out logistics of problems. Jesus climbs in and sits with us in our messy places--in our brokenness--and comforts us.
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