Dear Jesus

Hi Jesus,
I’ve been thinking a lot.
Mostly about you.
I like that you occupy the corridors of my mind.
Though I think, does he like what he sees?

I imagine you see the swirling questions,
and I am plenty concerned that you may be disappointed.
You’ve shown up for me in more ways than I can count,
most of which I am pretty certain I didn’t deserve.
Yet, questions.

Do you ever get tired of me?
Maybe you’ve considered cancelling me?
I must admit, that’s a very scary thought.
I can’t imagine my life without you.
How can I? I mean, you are life.
Like oxygen, I need you.

I like that I am in this place with you.
It’s peaceful.
But I can’t seem to ignore the tension.
I care what you think about me.
I must, because these days,
I find myself instantly convicted about things I could so easily swipe left before.
I never want to grieve your spirit,
and I know that you have given me the power to do what pleases you.
Yet, I question.
Can I really?

Follow me.
Those are the words flashing in my head right now.
Is that your answer to my questions?
Oops, did I just ask another question?
Sigh. I really do have to get out of my head don’t I?
Okay Jesus, let’s try this another way.

Dear Father, I lay all my questions down at your feet.
Help me to see that You are all the answer I need.
Help me to hang on to your every word;
sustenance to my beating heart.
I revel in your presence,
and celebrate the ministry of your spirit in me.
Let your truth leap out of the pages of your written word;
fresh revelation with my name on it.
Even with all my questions, you still love me.
Gwash Lord, am I ever so fervently in love with you.



(Feel free to insert your name too) 🙂

Happy monyaaaaaaay!

Phil. 2:13

𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝘆 𝗙𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗮𝘆. 𝗜𝘁’𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲. 𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!

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