I am having images of me and Jesus at His table again. In the home. (See previous posts about Jesus and I at His table).
We are in our typical seats. I have myself pulled up to the table and my left ear pressed against it. My arms are down in my lap.
And I am silent, just weeping. No words, no thoughts. A symbol possibly of my heart and mind exhausted by trying to describe and define it.
My past and present.. My outlook on the future
All of it
I just weep. Eyes open. Tears flowing.
No concern with how this may look.
Done with impressing…this is my reality.
I just let it out in this way..there at His table.
A messy river, steady silent cry…
Knowing He knows and no words need be said.
No thoughts need be thought.
No explanations of my misery or questioning my wrestling…
I can be…He gets me.
This was much needed. Freedom with Jesus.