Just as I am, Lord, I come

Just as I am, Lord, I come

With Bible in hand, and coffee cup close by, I clicked on a youtube playlist of worship songs to begin my morning. I couldn’t wait to come before the throne of grace. Powerful melodies soared, thought-provoking lyrics rang true in my heart. I lifted my hands in praise and focused on Jesus.

Then it happened.

Out of the blue.

Tears began to stream at the oddest moment. The old, familiar hymn, Just As I Am, began to play — you know, the one used for altar calls across our land, the one we associate with calling someone to salvation.

But this time it was different. It was just for me.

The Lord was calling me to come … to Him … just as I am.

In my weakness — come to Him and He will make me strong.

In my sorrow — come to Him and He will give me joy and laughter once again.

In my extraordinary fatigue — come to Him and He will give me energy and stamina to complete the work of my hands and heart.

For you see, “Just as I am without one plea,” His blood was shed for me. And “though tossed about with many a conflict and many a doubt, Fighting fears within without,” He bid me to come. The precious Lamb of God called me to come.

And I did.

I curled beneath the shadow of His wing and rested in His Presence.

Because “just as I am, poor, wretched, blind; Sight, riches, healing of the mind, All I need, in [Him] I find.”

Yes, even today, all that I need I find in Him.

God is no respecter of persons. What He has done for me, He will do for you.

“Just as I am, Thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve. Because Thy promise I believe, O Lamb of God, I come, I come.”

Because Thy promise I believe. O Lamb of God, I come.

I come.


*Just as I Am, Charlotte Elliott, 1835


Would you pray for me?

I will be speaking three times this weekend at a prayer retreat in Rutherfordton, NC. I’m so honored and thankful for this opportunity. My fibromyalgia is going bananas, but the Lord promises that when we are weak, He will be strong. I’m standing on that promise this weekend. PLUS, He bid me to come this morning and drink from His well — rest in His Presence … just as I am.

I cherish your prayers.