Jesus you grab my heart.
You see the real me
like you saw Matthew the self-consumed tax collector
or Peter, the temperamental fisherman who talked too much,
or Andrew who stayed in the background in silent judgement,
or Mary, the village scandal with no social awareness.
You call out the value,
you understand the dirt and baggage and fears and insecurities.
You remember we are dust.
you count the one step forward
but not the two steps back.
You love it when I need you,
When I spew my agonized questions,
When I open my heart to you, even if it feels risky,
When I take a step that is scary,
except for knowing, hoping, that you will catch me.
You know me better than I know myself
and sing my song to me.
You were there for my story and you know its wounds.
You anticipate what I need
and what others need that I can offer
and what I offer that others need.
You bypass the meanness and hostility and guarded toughness
that grew from abuse or trauma or drama or just life's stuff,
and see and love
the Person of value.
You grab my heart.
