The King has stepped out of His palace.
No guards. No gates. No distance.
He is walking through your field
your kitchen, your cubicle, your commute, your chaos.
Elul is the month He whispers,
“You don’t climb to Me
I come to you.”
Jesus did it first.
The Word put on flesh,
pitched His tent among us.
Thirty-three years
the King lived in our dust,
our laughter, our pain, our cross.
And now He says again:
“Give Me the eye of the needle
one small space wholly Mine
and I’ll open the endless halls of heaven for you.”
Don’t let mistrust lock you out.
Don’t wander when He’s calling you home.
The King is in your field.
Run to Him.
Fall into His arms.
This is the moment.
Don’t miss Him.
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