Come As You Are

This is always the invitation. I may get tired of dragging all my “inner luggage” to God, and dropping it there, time after time after time, and so often the same stuff, and feeling as if nothing changes with some of it – but God doesn’t get that tiredness. God still wants me to come. As I am. I may get bored with myself, and give up on trying to ease the load, but God doesn’t want me to stay weighed down with my dull trouble. There’s always a place for me, always an open door, and genuine welcome. And I need that place. I don’t know what I’d do without it. But I still don’t walk through the door half as often as would do me good. I don’t really want to talk about my ‘stuff’ or face it or focus on it at all, I want to ignore it, I want to ‘function’ or I want to be somewhere else and someone else and unsurprisingly, it’s not working. So eventually, there I am, at the door. And something happens, something is given to me, I leave something behind, I can stand a bit more upright again, stretch my limbs, rest, even if it’s just for a short moment. But there is grace in that. And I really need it.