"But even the dogs under the table eat the children's crumbs" - Mark 7:28
Hungry for anything ... just a crumb will suffice.
Feeling unworthy. Afraid. The eyes of others scrutinize in my mind.
Dressed in tattered rags next to princely fabrics of extravagant gifts and talents.
I cannot compare.
No longer wanting to sit at His table. I just want my King.
Broken and humbled, I slip under.
A dog, desiring simple crumbs.
The majestic wood hides me from their eyes searching mine.
My King whispers to my heart and joy trickles in my soul.
Crawling past fancy shoes and well worn feet fitted with the gospel of peace.
I reach feet adorned with scars of nail.
Kissing, washing with grateful tears.
All of my affections placed in a bottle,
to break at His feet.
Under the table, clutching just His feet.
Eyes closed tight, the unimaginable happens.
My King slips from His royal chair.
Leaving His rightful place of honor,
He crawls under the table.
Just to be with me.
For days I linger in this place.
Wrapped in His love, and in my unworthy state of heart
Prayers, tears, pain exposed, freedom released.
He beckons me to come out.
Glancing down my tattered rags replaced
Royal garments spun in blood red forgiveness
A place at the wedding feast, set for me, His princess.
Escorted, I am free to take my place
To reign in His kingdom with my King.
Worthy or not, He will meet you. He will hold you. Reach out, grab the hem of His garment. Boldly come in and wash His feet with your tears regardless of those who stare. Climb under the table like me and just sit at His feet. My life this week, a testimony. However you come, He will meet you.