Date with Jesus.

I have coffee dates, dinner dates, Mark dates. I design dates with faculty, with students, with administrators. I create dates through phone, texts, and email. I pursue and plan and pour myself out everywhere, to everyone, about everything.

But tonight, I inwardly shelter back, covering, for a Date with Jesus. I sit strumming through the keys first, plodding to unwind my anxious thoughts, then let the rhythm of it overtake me and settle me. I look, lingering toward my piano, and await the ivory under my finger tips. I soften at the thought of pulling out my readings and journal and cards for prayer. Ready to unravel. Ready to be present. Ready to be dressed interally for him, bride of Christ. Ready to be on a date with Jesus.