A Conversation With Jesus

I haven’t been able to sit down and truly "write" for the last five, almost six months. Where writing has always been my escape; the balm that heals my wounds and hurt, the Lord is stretching my heart to turn only to Him, wholly to Him. And so it is pure grace that in prayer time recently I had this conversation with Jesus that I desire to share.

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Dearest Jesus,

Before you, my heart did not know what it meant to be loved.

I have felt human love before, of course.

A warm embrace from my mother, the kind that you never want to break away from.

Crying tears of joy with loved ones who have delighted in my successes and helped me back to my feet in my failures.

The sacrifices of my father; the physical and emotional magnitude he gave to give me a life of hope and opportunity he didn’t have.

I have been loved, this is true.

But I didn’t know real love until I knew You.

I knew you were real, of that I had no doubt.

What I didn’t know was that your love for me was personal, deep, intimate and overwhelming.

You pursue me in a way I did not know I was worthy of, because who am I to be fought for. Who am I to be deserving of such sacrificial love?

And yet, you die for me. It is my name you say, my face you see, as you fight for air on the cross; your body aching and burning from your wounds. Your body aching and burning for me.

Your love sets me free. Your love is the antidote to all my fears, anxieties and burdens. Your love is the thing I cling to in the storm, where I run to for refuge. You are the Love my heart has longed for.

I didn’t know real love until I knew that Love was You.