I Asked God About You

I asked God about you.

And it went like this

Dear Jesus,

You know that I have been praying to have a special person.

But even when you give him to me, I ask that you make him after your heart. The one that abides in your presence. Someone who calls you his Lord and his ultimate lover.

I pray that you mold him to be like you—someone whose love is relentless, unwavering, and utterly true.

I know I have given you permission not to give me what I want when you know that it is not really the best one for me. But I am also aware that you want me to process things with you about what is going on with my heart. You want me to be vulnerable with you and so tonight, I am opening my soul.

I just want to rest in love from here on. My emotions and my impatience at times like to get the best of me and want me to rush in love.

But I want to trust in your timing, though honestly I think it is hard sometimes.

Yet, here, still—I’m praying that you hold me and make me steadfast.

Let my heart be a vessel of your tenderness as I learn to be gentle with myself in the waiting. Let all the raging thoughts of hurry be watered down by the strength of my meek surrender to you.

I yield upon the assurance of your faithfulness to me.

You are able. You are able. You are able.

You are true. You are true. You are true.

You are with me and you are for me.

I bank on these truths, and so much more. You will never leave me empty handed. You give me back with more than I offer you.

And so I confer my heart to you and all of its longings.

You can do whatever you want to do with it.

I want to maintain a trusting attitude in your ability to write a glorious love story for me.

Bless his soul and all that is within him. I know that you care for him more than I can ever do.