Thank You, Siri

Thank You, Siri

On the way to meet friends for a morning hike, I decided to listen to music. Before thinking through what I wanted to listen to, I blurted out, “Hey, Siri, play…” I knew if I didn’t fill in the blank quickly, I would lose her, so I said the first thing that came to my mind. “Cry Out to Jesus by Third Day.” I don’t know why. I haven’t listened to that song in years.

The first line hit me. “To everyone who’s lost someone they love, long before it was their time. You feel like the days you had were not enough when you said goodbye.” Oh, my heart. As I listened to the words, all kinds of pain from all kinds of memories and circumstances flooded in.

In the midst of the pain, the words to the chorus bathed my soul in comfort and truth:

There is hope for the helpless
Rest for the weary
And love for the broken heart
There is grace and forgiveness
Mercy and healing
He’ll meet you wherever you are
Cry out to Jesus

Allowing my heart to cry out to Jesus does not remove me from my circumstance. It doesn’t wipe out painful memories, reverse bad choices, or bring my son back.

When I cry out to Jesus, I acknowledge a power greater than myself. I join with a love that is creative, redemptive, present, and without limits. I place myself in hands that were nailed to a cross for me — all because of love. I admit my great need and his greater abundance. This is not dogma for me. It is not theological mumbo jumbo. It is my reality. My source. My strength.

I’m grateful that this morning my mouth blurted out exactly what I needed Siri to play for me — a reminder as I begin this Holy Week. Cry out to Jesus. He is with me.

Tomorrow, I’ll share about a cool lesson from our hike today.

Cross.jpgPhoto by Matthew T Rader on Unsplash
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