He Stands Behind Me...

In the midst of sorting laundry last night, I found Jesus. No, I did not see His face outlined in the pattern of a shirt or in the folds of socks and jeans and sweaters. I found Him standing right behind me. A million thoughts were swirling in my head--thoughts about my list of chores and teaching my children, saying goodbyes and soothing pains.... And just when I thought my head would explode, there He was!


Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a shadowy flash. At first I thought it was my Little, out of bed looking for me. I began to turn around, and in an immediate instant it was clear who it truly was.

For fear that He would leave me amidst my piles of laundry and my long list of responsibilities, I stopped short of turning completely, and went back to my task. "Navy blues and blacks in this pile...for Jesus...reds and pinks, yellows and oranges here...for Jesus...jeans over there...for Jesus...."

In retrospect, I realize that I saw Jesus at my shoulder because I needed to see Him there. It was a reminder to me that I can hand over to Him my burdens and the drudgery of so many of life's tasks; I can offer up the chores and the worries alongside the thanks and the praise!

And I need not fear His absence, for He is always here to help me with anything and everything...even if it is just sorting the laundry.

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He Stands Behind Me

by Erika Mehlhaff

He stands behind me

making sure I finish

what I've started,

W/what I've begun[.]

to realize[:]

He is there

where I left Him

T/the last time I needed help./,

He came

and put me at

E/ease[.]

into
T/the situation

and the circumstances

of this

life[.]

I've chosen

to offer up

in an effort

to

B/be steady again,

unwavering

In

F/faith[,]

[-]full.

© February 2011