At His Feet

-I pray often to be led to the Cross, but I easily forget what that looks like, especially during seasons of plenty (in comparison to Uganda, every season in my life is truly a season of sunshine). But its when I'm brought to my knees that I feel as though I'm truly there. When dreams shatter and plans fail...that is when I sit at His feet. It's precisely then that I run into His arms. That I realize that He fills every void that I attempt to fill with some earthly thing. It is here at this place...that I am reminded that there is no one else for me but Jesus. Here in this desert, that my situation falls (because I have passed the point of laying it down willingly) at His feet and I have no other choice but to let go and leave it there. But then He ever so gently nudges me and repeats over and over that He loves me. He runs after me, to the point of chasing me. He chooses me. Longs for me. Wants me. And at the Cross, I can be no one else's. I am His and I am at His feet. Only at this place is perspective brought and desires are purified. And thanking Him becomes like breathing...how it should be in every season...I just haven't quite learned it yet during the harvest. I'm brought to my knees in hopes that this time I may get it. "You're blessed when you feel you've lost what is most dear to you. Only then can you be embraced by the One most dear to you." -Matthew 5:4