Always welcomed into His presence. That was my first thought when I read the word "welcome". I know that it is His desire for me to know that I can enter the Holy of Holies and sit at His feet and bask in the presence of my Jesus.
I don't have to say anything, I don't have to do anything. Through His grace and mercy and not through any merit of my own I am invited cordially by His Royal Majesty. Me, Sydney, I am always welcomed.
When my faults are clearly visible to me, I am still welcomed.
When I spoke up to soon and didn't wait to be guided, I am still welcomed.
When I ran ahead instead of walking in His footsteps, I am still welcomed.
When I was not slow to speak and quick to listen, I am still welcomed.
When I wanted to be served and did not bow down and serve, I am still welcomed.
When I have judged, I am still welcomed.
Thank you Jesus, I know that you do not despise a humble and contrite heart.
Thank you because you make me feel welcomed.