Come To Me

Once in a while, a song kind of captures me.  It speaks to me in the midst of stuff I'm struggling with or going through.

This has definitely been a season where I needed something to capture my mind, to be reminded that God actually does care about me, that His love is true, solid, and unfailing.  A couple of weeks ago, Karen's nephew died while piloting a small plane.  It was gut-wrenching, not just losing him, but working through the pain and heartache, mourning with his wife and 5 young children, weeping over his absence in their lives, and our lives. 

On a less emotional front, I've been struggling personally, wanting to branch out into a new adventure, but having a hard time figuring out how to take steps in a new direction.  And in the midst of that, feeling jealous that people around me seem to get a brightly lit, golden-paved street leading them to the next thing at their first inkling of an idea, while I keep asking God and getting only "wait" or "no". 

I know.  I'm petty.

But once in a while, I just need to hear the truth, and that's where this song fits in to the story.  I'd heard this several months ago, and then forgot about it.  But one night in bed this week, God brought it to my mind and so I searched it out.  I couldn't even remember what it was about, just that it struck me at the time.

It was just what I needed.  In fact, I've kind of become ridiculous about it.  I listen to it several times a day, sometimes back to back to back.

My family is probably sick of hearing it.  That's ok.

For now, it's a reminder:  God is close.  He does care.  He is all I need.  He really is everything.