Called out

Today you called me out. Like a novice, your hands glide down along the curtain strands when im needed.
"Sara...your mom was trying to say contemporary but couldnt".
I smiled like Jim from the Office smiled the day Pam fell asleep accidentally or not on his shoulder during a meeting before the two actually do confront each other about how they feel.
I dont think it was an accident.
This time my name rang out as if needed and wanted to share a moment. With you.
You often dont enjoy showing affection towards anyone but little ones and perhaps if the day is right, your wife at nights.
You seem independent. Callous. Apathetic.
In that moment where you called me out, fear rushed to me. Like always. Never knowing when I am to be blamed for something. Where my name becomes dragged into a ditch of emotional healing to the one Healer.
The sun radiated a different brilliance today. Like Christmas. My own Christmas in a way of sorts.
I suspected the Healer had His way in this. He read my heart.
Like once upon a time, You searched through the crowds. I desperately wanted to become invisible. I tried hiding through the crowds behind familiar women we both knew. I was afraid. Of You. Your glory. You pushed through smiling. We walked and talked . Received in the lens' of everyone. Honoured.

Nows the time...im ready for it all. Call me out. Like Christmas.

      " Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling,
 calling for you and for me;
 see, on the portals he's waiting and watching,
 watching for you and for me.

 Come home, come home;
 ye who are weary come home;
 earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling,
 calling, O sinner, come home! "-Will,L. Thompson


Dig Deeper:

John 10:3-5

In grace,
Kesara