Jesus,
I feel the strong urge to crawl up in your lap. Can you hold me there for just a little while? I just want to nestle into your chest. I want to hear your heart. Feel your breath. Soak in your warmth.
You are doing great things. And part of your doing involves me giving things to you that I have been holding so tightly, so deeply in my heart. You are showing me so much but you have so much more to share with me and I am ready. I am thrilled with what you will do. I am terrified of what you will ask of me. But I am ready.
But before we go off on this great new adventure together, can I please just rest here in your lap for a little while? Can we sing together and cry a little? Can you please just cradle my weakness and frailty and brokenness in your strength? I know that there is much that you will ask me to do, but for now can I just be here with you?
Can I look in your eyes and know that you love me? Can you wipe my tears and tell me that you are for me? Can you listen to the songs my heart writes to you and give them new melodies?
Here are my open hands. Here is my broken heart. Here is all my life. Yours. Do with it as you will. But for just this moment, please hold me….
