Jesus, you have a way of pulling out of me what is right. You take my fear filled kill joy and show me better. You make wide my trust. You show me that best laid plans are sometimes best laid down and that right isn't always popular. My Jesus, you engaged with women, touched lepers, ate with sinners, and healed on the Sabbath. You turned religiosity inside out and showed us how the core was void of love. Your perfect love cast out the fear that produced that rigidity. Your love always tells a better story.
Thank you for showing me not to hide in safe corners, but to put the unlikely out there for you to show me and to show all Who You Are. You're not impressed with numbers or the noise. You leave the ninety-nine in search of the one. When I get a glimpse of what you find beautiful then I know I have seen true beauty. I KNOW I HAVE.
Nobody leaves me reeling in awe like You. My speck on the map is seen and known. You're familiar with all my ways. You see the crown of my head and smile. You protect me. You whisper, "straighten your spine and put your chin up, daughter."
You are in every color and in every cell. The earth rises up to meet you. You sit on my couch and at my table. You walk beside me at work and lead me beside still waters in the night. I'll never have enough words or images to describe Who you are to me, but I won't ever stop trying. You are the God of my life. You are worthy of ALL praise.
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