Middle Minutes Adoration

A reach for community, that deep ache for home — a group that gets you and knows you and will have your back, the hunt for the perfect-for-you church … these things are not bad, but the pursuit of them may also mask the holy underneath all that lonely.⁣⁣
Lonely becomes holy when I see Jesus not merely as a Man aware of the minute-movements in my heart, but instead as the One with His hand on my pulse, not biting His tongue in exasperation but looking through my eyes and into me and speaking soft reviving words to the parts of me that I show almost no one.⁣⁣
Try it, even in the next hour. Stay a little longer without a plan out of your loneliness, or your fearfulness or your anger… long enough to see the whites of His eyes.