G-d came to me many years ago, and then again a few years ago, and then again. He didn’t come because I was good or because I was beautiful or because I was a delight to be with.
He didn’t come because he had heard of the latest book I had written or the awesome idea I had, or because of my articulate speech.
He came for none of those reasons. He didn’t come because I was good or great or worthy of his company.
It was the opposite really. I was crushed. I was broken. I didn’t know which way was up. I was confused and unsure of anything and my plans were in shambles. The ground was still shaking underneath my feet when he showed up.
When my mess was just about to take me under, he came.
My heart had lost hope. Disappointment had begun to take hold. I was just barely hanging on.
In this state, with sadness consuming my being, I looked up.
Help, G-d, please help. If there’s anything left for me, please help.
He came. He found me. He showed up.
When you wonder if he forgot your name
or if he sees you at all anymore
If you think there’s no way out of your situation.
or you’ve lost your way
If you’re not sure what has become of the life you envisioned
What other option do you have?
What else could possibly move G-d more?
The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit,
A broken and a contrite heart–
These, O God, You will not despise.
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