Just like a little child, held snugly in mom or dad’s embrace, leans in as close and snuggles her head against them as much as she can because it feels safe and she feels loved, so I feel the need to press into Jesus.

“Press in” sums it up well for me.  It’s a choice to lean toward, to draw close, really close, to even lose myself in Him.  This morning, I had the mental image of a stick of butter taken out of the fridge and put into a hot frying pan.  If I press on it with a spatula, I can watch it melt, the golden yellow edges softening and liquifying.  

As I press into Jesus this morning, I’m thinking and praying, “Please, Jesus, melt me away.  Please, soften my heart, change me.”

I’ve heard a song recently that says, “I need a little more Jesus, and a little bit less of me.”  Well, I need all of Jesus and a whole lot less of me!  A little bit is not what I’m after.

I need my whole self transformed, melted, changed by Him.  It’s not in me to persevere the way He did, to love and have compassion the way He did, to remain focused the way He did, to risk and give everything like He did.

I’m pressing in.

Oh, that we might know the Lord!
    Let us press on to know him.
He will respond to us as surely as the arrival of dawn
    or the coming of rains in early spring.  Hosea 6:3