Where does MY Jesus live? It all depends on me. He's always there at the door of my heart waiting to be let in. Do I open it in the morning and invite Him in walk with me? Do I open the door but stand in the doorway so He can't fully be inside my heart? Keeping Him at arm lengths away. Do I wait until I have had enough of things just going wrong before I throw the door open wide and ask why He hasn't been here helping? It's a daily choice. It's a hour choice. Sometimes it's an every second choice. But He's there waiting to be invited in. I think trying times are the hardest to remember to invite Him in. I think trying times it's sometimes easier to get lost in everything going on around that we forget to invite Him in. We all go through trying times. My family has had their fair share of them. The one time that trumps all others is when Hubby was in the hospital for 26 days, Monkey ate peanut butter M&M's an...
For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven. Ecclesiastes 3:1