Jesus, I bring you all of this pain. I bring you all of my pride. I bring you all of the stuff that seems to make me walk away sad on the inside, like the rich young ruler in the story…I bring you all of that garbage. I recognize it as just precisely that. It is waste, and it leads to more waste, and the whole entire thing I am trying to avoid here is waste…wasting what you intended to make, by squandering myself on that which is not eternal.
You are my everything. Help me to see that. Help me to not care about the things this world says to me when I am at my weakest points. It knows just exactly how to get me right where it counts, but greater are you, and you are alive in me. Help me to see that. Help me to know it more every day.
Show me your love again, Jesus. Show it to me in everything I see and hear. Let it ring from every sound. Let it shine from everything. Let it fill my mind and heart. Let there be no denying it, for I am weak and foolish on my own, without you.
But I am not without you anymore. Let that sink in.
