Dear God, it’s me.
I don’t know if you remember who I am. But I remember you.
I’ve kind of fallen back, and as I’ve fallen, found my faith gone slack.
I’m trying to find who I am, out of who I used to be.
Times have changed. I’m divorced, but I’m still a parent, and I’m about to be a bride again.
I’m afraid of your grace, and your judgement. Trying to find your plan in all of this– it isn’t easy to set aside all that I’ve been taught, and trust you.
I want to trust you, but every time I do, something seems to go wrong. Do I do it?
I’ve not been looking for you, while I’m finding myself. I don’t know what’s wrong with my failing heart, losing hold of everything I love.
Motivation, desire…. I fade slowly into nothing. The corner of the room is right where I fit best, self-inflicted woes to bear my scars out loud.
This is not who I was, and it’s not who I want to be– help change me to who I am meant to be. Because all I know is I want more than this hollowed shell I’m existing in.
Consume me. Make me yours.