I was stressed out. Over what, I can’t remember. But at the time it seemed of utmost importance.
In deep concerned prayer, not knowing what to say, I paced back and forth at the foot of my bed, wringing my hands, uttering “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus! Oh, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!”
Growing weary, I lay down, propped my head up with pillows, and continued my earnest plea: “O, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!” I was upset!
I opened my eyes and there He was. Jesus. At the foot of my bed. Pacing the floor. His head was lowered. He was wringing his hands and muttering “Oh, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!”
I laughed out loud. What a picture! I was busted!
“O ye of little faith”, I mumbled sheepishly to myself and blushed.
He laughed.
He is Joy. Pure Joy. My elder brother. (Romans 8:29) It’s impossible to worry and wear a sad, pickled face in the presence of the One who is joy personified! Habakkuk 3:18
Be blessed!
Betty King