At His Feet

Today in church Pastor’s sermon was titled, “At Whose Feet Do You Fall?” Just the title hit me like a ton of bricks and I knew this was for me. At times of struggle, pain, sorrow, grief, at whose feet do you fall? Do you rely on a book of helps that tells you how to get through it? Do you rely on the bottle of Jack Daniels to get you through it? Or do you immediately fall at the feet of the ONLY one who can get you through it and end up a conqueror? We as humans have the tendency to firstly choose a worldly object. Falling at the feet of God isn’t normally our first option is it? It ends up being the last option, when we hit our final straw and all the others left you in the same place you were when you started.

This entire lesson hit me right between the eyes and changed me. With Grandma’s passing it has completely hit me. I don’t feel like I have yet to start the process of grieving. I have been content allowing it to be put on the back burner, not dealing with it. It’s been okay there, until I realized it’s done nothing for me but keep me stagnant. Which is not a place anybody wants to be. I have spent today trying to process where I’m at, and sift through emotions. In the end it’s led me to the cross, to the feet of the ONLY one who can get me through this. Even if He has to carry me, HE and only the LORD can get me through this.

So at the feet of Jesus I fall, completely abandoning every emotion, heartache, grief, everything! Because I know that I cannot get through this unless He is taking me through it. There is a new beginning in life that starts here. When a chapter ends, a new one begins, that’s just life. But it’s how you deal with that ending, that affects the beginning. I choose to give the end and the beginning to Jesus because I know that even though endings are hard and sad, the beginning is going to be even better. God’s plans are to prosper us and give us a hope for the future. I like the sound of my chances.