I took a swing at Jesus this morning.

As I do my best in not condemning me, nor the Him that is inside of me, IS me, I catch myself asking Jesus, “So how is this going to work?” The ways I’m already beating myself up today I’m noticing, but I’m unsure as to how to actively displace the abuse my mind wants to exercise on myself.

So, I asked Him to show me what that looked like. He did.

I took a swing at Jesus this morning.

I literally, physically took a jab at Him (me) in prayer, and you know what he did? Think of any ninja move you’ve ever seen. In my mind’s eye, He caught my fist, both hands, enveloping my balled palm. He caught my fist…and He placed it IN His heart. His heart for me.

I began to weep.

I took another swing at Jesus this morning.

“We can do this all day,” was His gentle, patient response. True to His word, every punch I threw He caught like a master, THE Master. And each time He once again put both of His hands around mine, and drew me into His heart.

He’ll do it for a lifetime. You’re worth the time and attention to Him….so YOU ARE WORTH THE TIME AND ATTENTION. I haven’t stopped the beatings yet, but I’ll get there. Man, I love That Guy.