Jesus Meets Us in the Dirt
Jesus Meets Us in the Dirt
Today I met a young woman who told me she was 527 days sober... and then she relapsed. You could see the weight on her shoulders. The shame. The “I should’ve known better.” The “I ruined it.” She didn’t need a sermon or a checklist. She needed hope. And what I shared with her is the same truth I want to share with you...
Jesus meets us in the dirt where He made us.
Think about that. The God who formed Adam out of dust, who breathed life into clay, is not afraid of dirt. He’s not shocked by it. He’s not put off by it. He enters into it. When we fall flat. When we relapse. When we feel like we’ve undone everything. Jesus bends down into the dust where we lie and says, “I’m here. I'll give you the strength to get back up again. I will never leave you.”
That’s the fierce strength of grace. The world says, “You failed. Start over.”
Jesus says, “You are mine. Let’s keep walking.”
I don’t know where you are right now. Maybe you’re 527 days clean and you slipped. Maybe you’re a parent who blew up at your kids again. Maybe you’re hiding mistakes you can’t forgive yourself for. Wherever it is, hear me: Jesus meets you there. Not in some polished version of your life. Not when you’ve got it all together. Right here. Right now. In the dirt.
And He’s not meeting you there to leave you there. He’s meeting you to lift you up. To steady your shaking hands. To remind you that His love is stronger than your stumble. I told that young woman today that I was praying for her. I’m praying for you too.
Because the dirt isn’t the end of your story. It’s just the place where Jesus gets close enough to write a new one.
Today I met a young woman who told me she was 527 days sober... and then she relapsed. You could see the weight on her shoulders. The shame. The “I should’ve known better.” The “I ruined it.” She didn’t need a sermon or a checklist. She needed hope. And what I shared with her is the same truth I want to share with you...
Jesus meets us in the dirt where He made us.
Think about that. The God who formed Adam out of dust, who breathed life into clay, is not afraid of dirt. He’s not shocked by it. He’s not put off by it. He enters into it. When we fall flat. When we relapse. When we feel like we’ve undone everything. Jesus bends down into the dust where we lie and says, “I’m here. I'll give you the strength to get back up again. I will never leave you.”
That’s the fierce strength of grace. The world says, “You failed. Start over.”
Jesus says, “You are mine. Let’s keep walking.”
I don’t know where you are right now. Maybe you’re 527 days clean and you slipped. Maybe you’re a parent who blew up at your kids again. Maybe you’re hiding mistakes you can’t forgive yourself for. Wherever it is, hear me: Jesus meets you there. Not in some polished version of your life. Not when you’ve got it all together. Right here. Right now. In the dirt.
And He’s not meeting you there to leave you there. He’s meeting you to lift you up. To steady your shaking hands. To remind you that His love is stronger than your stumble. I told that young woman today that I was praying for her. I’m praying for you too.
Because the dirt isn’t the end of your story. It’s just the place where Jesus gets close enough to write a new one.
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