Having walked around the building a couple times, I was glad to see a group coming out of a door locked from the outside. I squeezed in as they came out, looking for the group I was to meet. The appointed place was empty. As I sat down, I spied another woman, looking around also.
“Are you here for the ….?” “Yes.” “I guess they will be here in a few minutes.”
There we sat, complete strangers until that moment.
Char (not her real name) introduced herself, saying, “I’m recovering.” As her story unfolded, the choices, complications, and consequences all lined up. Here was someone who had found the bottom and didn’t want to go back. While sparing me many details, she was clear about realizing what she could and could not do.
“It’s simple,” she said. “Every morning, before my feet hit the floor, I pray. ‘You and me, God, today.’ That’s the only way. I turn my day over to Him every day.”
We couldn’t be more different in our life paths, but we are sisters who know the same truth. I can’t do life without Jesus. I need Him every day, every hour.
Whether you grow up a rebel or a church mouse, the need and the provision are the same. Jesus brings us life. It doesn’t matter where you are, or who you are, or what you have done. He will meet us where we are, every time.
An hour later, the person we were waiting for came by. Through some misunderstanding, the work we were going to do was about finished.
I figured God had me there to meet Char.
And to be reminded, “It’s simple. You and me, God, today.”