Take me to the King

My mom-I absolutely lover her, and as I get older I see some similarities in our personalities. One similarity I have yet to see, however, is her skill of being assertive.  I'm not a very assertive person (this is not good) and I will avoid confrontation at all costs. That being said, I sometimes put up with "sub par" treatment/ service just to avoid a confrontation. My mom on the other hand, doesn't mind speaking up when there is a clear issue at hand. I remember several occasions when I was in a store/ restaurant with my mom, and something seems to go horribly wrong. Whereas I would probably just accept whatever happened (pushover) , my mom would say the words I dreaded hearing most. "I need to speak with a manager!!"At this point in time, I usually am shaking my head, and trying to walk away so I don't have to be there when she explains the situation to the manager. You see, my mom is a patient and kind person, but in those situations she had clearly reached the point where she realized that in all her interactions with the employees, there was an obvious disconnect. She full well knew that NO ONE except a manager would able to address her issue.

                                                      "Take Me To The King
                                                       I don’t have much to bring
                                                       My heart is torn in pieces
                                                       It’s my offering
                                                      Take Me To The King"

We hide. We hide behind smiles. We hide behind relationships. We hide behind our accomplishments. The truth is, we are a people who are broken. I mean, I cant be the only one out there who just has moments when I just feel soo...done. Moments when I just want to shut the world out, lock myself in a room, and cry.

                                                                  "But God" -- probably my favorite phrase

God invites us to come before Him. Broken. Hurt. Heartbroken. I don't know about you guys, but I will take Him up on that offer TIME and Time and Time and TIME again. Even when all I have to offer is a "stressed out, worn out, ungrateful" Diana, I offer my little itty bitty pieces, and He doesn't turn me away. Reconciled to God by my faith in the blood of Jesus Christ,I can come before His throne and be open and honest. I understand that God is King, and whenever approaching a king, we must bring an offering. SO, although sometimes all I have to offer is a heart filled with tears, I will lay it at his feet, because as His Word says in Psalm 51:16-17 "You do not desire a sacrifice, or I would offer one.   You do not want a burnt offering.The sacrifice you desire is a broken spirit. You will not reject a broken and repentant heart, O God.". A heart broken for the sin we've committed, and a hear that is repentant.

So, while I still might be a little embarrassed when my mom calls for the manager in a store or a restaurant, I will NEVER be ashamed to say "take me to the King" because I know that I am desperate. I am desperate beyond measure and I am confident that only He can heal me. Take me to King Jesus.

Enjoy this testimony of a fellow sister in Christ!