Fool for Jesus

I've been doing a lot of thinking this morning with (good) silent tears falling down my cheeks. 

I would rather be a fool for Jesus. 

I would rather be a dreamer - one who hopes and has visions, claims on Earth as it is in heaven, and one who thanks God in advance for what He has done even though I can't see it yet. 

I want to be someone who approaches the throne of God with boldness and confidence - one who seeks, knocks, and asks with perseverance. 

I like the image of running toward Abba Daddy with muddy knees, a snot nose, and pigtails flying in the middle of the war torn because I see Him and He is enough.

May I blow past naysayers, skeptics, and pharisaical rule keepers as I call forth in the name of Jesus. 

May I be one who actually believes scripture and God's promises and who knows that 2,000 years ago is still today and seas are still being parted. 

I would rather trip, fall, fail and believe than be a dead bag of bones on the Sunday pew missing out on the loving promises of God. 

I want my energy placed in faith and hope, as well as the relationships that encourage this.

My Jesus is a miracle worker. My Jesus is a Life Giver. May I delightfully claim this all the days of my life.

I love Him, so!

Dee M. Kostelyk