“Until you know deep inside that Jesus thirsts for you–you can’t begin to know who He wants to be for you. Or who He wants you to be for Him.” Blessed Mother Teresa
A storm rages outside. The rain furiously pounds the windows, and I am reminded. There is so much out there. So much noise, so much chaos, so much contradiction. But here, in this chapel, I am wanted. I come every week, thinking I am running to Him. Chasing Him, hoping He’ll notice me and accept everything I have to lay at His feet. But it is really He who is running to me. It is He who wants to lift the burdens from my arms and shoulder them for Himself. He just wants me to take the first step.
It is this step that puts me within arm’s reach of His hem. It is this step that, in a surge of grace, causes Him to pause, turn, and joyfully envelop me, His child, in His loving embrace.
Maybe it’s a trip to the confessional, maybe it’s an act of forgiveness, maybe it’s finally feeling the relief of a resentful heart softening. It’s this step, and then another, and another, that lead me to the light of heaven. And as I take my faltering steps, I grasp the little hands that seek to follow me. The little hands that trust I know the way. The way to Truth, to Joy, to Love.
It is not the Rules, or the Traditions, or even the Word that will ultimately win my children over. It is Him. And it is my job to show them that He is running towards them, too.