Grace Found Me

“For the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost.”

Luke 19:10, NIV

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For years I told my testimony as a climb.

I searched. I repented. I found You.

Then I read Luke nineteen again, slowly.

Zacchaeus climbed the sycamore to see You. But You were the One Who stopped.

You looked up into the leaves. You called his name. You invited Yourself to his table before he had returned a single coin.

The crowd muttered. You did not lower Your voice.

Lord Jesus, that is how You found me. Not at the top of my religion. Hidden in its branches, curious and ashamed.

You came to seek. Not to wait. Not to inspect. To seek.

You walked into Jericho knowing which tree. You walk into my morning knowing which hiding place.

My repentance was never the first word. It was my answer. You spoke first. You always speak first.

So I come down. Quickly, because You asked. Gladly, because You stayed.

I climbed to catch a glimpse of You. You came to take all of me home.

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A Prayer of Thanksgiving

Lord Jesus, thank You for stopping beneath my tree and saying my name. Thank You that grace looked up before I ever looked down. Amen.