I don't want to be lukewarm, nor do I want to be dripped into ice. Burning coals are fine with me. Jesus: stoke this fire in my soul.

Father:
thank you for your redeeming love.
less of me, less of me
and more more more of you.

I know that previous post could potentially have a lot of sadness packed not only in words, but in a heart. But really, I am okay. Sometimes a person gets stuck in a rut, you know?

But Today: I read the beginning couple chapters of Romans out loud to myself (because when I'm reading and my eyes glaze over, that is a dangerous situation) so I read out loud to myself, and it was so powerful and beautiful that I started crying.

Jesus, you are so good to me.
Draw me closer to you.