Dear Jesus, it’s just me. Again. Trying to find some peace in yet another storm. Thank you, in advance, for understanding Lord. Everything I say and don’t know how to say. I lay it all down. I’m laying down the same old fears you’ve conquered in my life. I’m laying down the same old pain you’ve healed inside my mind. I’m laying down the vengeance that was never really mine. I bring them all to you. Again.
Dear Jesus, I keep trying to be still and know that you are God. I tell so many people of your goodness, Lord. Your power shakes the very foundations of the world. Your grace is more than sufficient and more than I deserve. Your love is more than I can ever comprehend. You have held my hands and walked me through a living Hell. These things I know to be real. These things I know to be true. So how, sweet Jesus, can I doubt you? Again.
Dear Jesus, even now I feel the calmness that you give me when I pray. Every time. Thank you, Lord. Just kneeling in your presence and I’m home where I belong. I call your name and I’m safely in the palm of your hand. I breathe you in my soul and there’s nothing that can touch me. The hatred in the world is overwhelming. The chaos in the world is so confusing. Society is terrified and crying. I can only run to you. Again.
Dear Jesus, I bring my friends and my family before you now. The ones I know and so, so many I don’t. The ones who love me and so, so many who don’t. My brothers and my sisters who are drowning in rage and regret. My neighbors who are lonely, sick and scared. My sweet Country, she is wounded and battling a war you’ve already won. And life is loud. So loud that I can’t hear anything anymore. And life is fast. So fast I can’t keep up and I keep falling on the floor. Please pick me up, Lord. Again.
Dear Jesus, thank you again. You hold me in your arms and let me cry until I have no tears left. You take my mustard seed of faith and you move my mountains. You take my meager offering of love because it’s all I have and you give me the world. And I’m reminded that there’s nothing .. NOTHING that can come between you and me. I am yours. And my tears stop. My heart sings. And joy comes. Again.
Philippians 4:6-7:“Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.”
Colorful Chaos 