Jesus, you are the source of everything. Everything in the universe is held together by the same power that raised you from the dead…the same power that works in me; the power that makes me even able to want to do your will. Before I knew you, I had no sense of the pure and perfect love that God is. Now that I know, help me never to forget it! Because I did forget once…and I never want to walk down that path again. I would’ve died there, but for your grace which followed me, and hovered over me, and then picked me up and restored me once I had been worn all the way down to nothing by the sin and the shame.
Jesus, I choose to focus as purely on you as I have the ability to do, and I rely on you for the rest. There is still much in me that is lacking, but I know that you will be faithful to complete the work that you have started.
My flesh is afraid, though, as it dies. My mind is a tangle of bloody half-chopped-off tentacles, striving and straining to grab onto what they think will keep them safe. Let it all fall away now as I focus on the One who created time. You have promised, and you are not like a human; lying is not something that you have the capacity to do. Why are you worried, oh my soul? Look at who is here with you! It is Jesus, the very God of the universe! Lay yourself to rest in His arms. Be not overwhelmed with the fear and the sorrow. The kingdom is being born in you, and it hurts, I know, but take heart and know that your Redeemer lives, and He is on your side against all that would destroy you. Nothing can separate you from His love. Know that.
