I can’t wait until the day I get to see you. Actually see you, in the flesh, in front of me. Oh my word. I can’t wait to see you smile, and to hug you. Forever. What does your voice sound like? What do you smell like?
Jesus, what I wouldn’t give to be able to just lay at your feet. I hate feet, Jesus, but I would snuggle into yours.
Jesus, I love to laugh with you. I love those moments when I’m “alone” and I catch myself doing something weird or stupid or realize how funny I must look, and I remember you can see me and I can’t help but smile thinking how you must be laughing at me. I love you, Jesus.
I’m finding more and more that you are my satisfaction. You are everything. …Everything. You’re all I’ve got. All the good things in my life, they’re just presents from you. You are the source.
Jesus, my Jesus. You are so precious. I am so grateful. I am yours, Jesus.
And you are mine.