Days when we're so tired. Unable to focus. Having to carry on and do. More. I am reminded. Life is full and exhausting. Even. In the good. As well as the difficult. And needing something. Looking everywhere for it. To rehabilitate our lack and to camouflage our fervent and frenetic forays into what isn't even ours to carry. The pride rearing loud. The wanting. And the defense too. For who we are. And what we do. And how we think. Needing others. To put up the mirror. To remind. It is only in the humility. Of living the daily. One moment at a time. And in so doing. Leaning. On the Grace-giver. That we can really rest. Living full.
It seemed an ordinary meal. On a Thursday. In the upper room. But as the scene unfolded. Drama. One to betray. Another to lean upon. Jesus. But He gave thanks. Knowing. He would be betrayed. And become. The perfect atonement. For all time. So that. Sacrifices. No longer required. Only hearts. And the one at the table. Leaning on Him. Leaning. On the very heart of God. On a Thursday.