come to Me

I am a dog lover. I love dogs. I would probably have 10 dogs if my mom would allow me. We have two dogs and a cat. Ginger is a shih tzu we've had since I was a baby freshman in high school. Charlotte is a mutt that was dropped off at our house and we took her in. Holly is our mean, obese cat that we've had since I was 9 years old. Every day, Ginger waits on me to get home so she can go outside. As soon as I open the door and step outside, Charlotte is jumping on me. Charlotte is not a little dog. She could push me over if she wanted to. She means no harm. All she wants is love and affection. Today, she jumped on me and I told her to get off me. I felt bad for being annoyed with her because I could tell I hurt her feelings. I'm sure some of you are saying, "Omg. It's a dog." You don't understand! Charlotte is the happiest dog I've ever seen! 

I started thinking. I'm so glad God is not like me. Our flesh needs that love and attention from God. What if God was like me with Charlotte and became annoyed and told us to go away when we ran to Him? This would be a terrible, miserable, some kind of awful life. Thank goodness He isn't like me! 

"Our Master Jesus has his arms wide open for you." (1 Corinthians 16:23 The Message). 

God's arms are always open. Period. Done. No questions asked. Run to Him and you will find out for yourself. There is nothing you can do to make His arms not available to you. Jesus said so lovely in Matthew 11, "Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest." We are His children and He is our Father. His rest and His arms are out of this world. 

He doesn't shove you to the side when you call upon Him. He is eagerly waiting, listening, and acting.