Finding Your Purpose: How to Discover Your True Calling
Some things are too sacred to explain, only felt. This is one of those moments where love, presence, and truth met me right where I was and I wrote it down.
I Choose You, Jesus
I choose you, Jesus.
You are the softness on the surface of the hardness the way through the storm. The only rhythm I can dance to in my head without uttering a word. You are the sudden hush that quiets all the noise in my mind, gently and persistently reminding me what your love feels like and what it will always be.
You are the invisible air I breathe, yet somehow more real than anything I can see or touch. When I’m on the edge, about to cross a bridge with no one else in sight, you are the one who holds my hand. You don’t hesitate. You don’t second-guess.
While we decide who to call in our moments of trouble, need, or want you don’t consult anyone. You don’t pause to think. You simply come. Instantly. You are by my side, with me. And you leave me with the Holy Spirit your very Word made manifest.
Who can convince me there is a love more real than this?
It is something I cannot always see, but I feel it in ways deeper than sight. It outshines every pleasure this life could offer. Your presence tames every pride that tries to rise up in me. It is relentless, yet kind.
There are things I could take freely, but your love does not wait to see me fall. It comes running—because I am yours. I am the very manifestation of your image. Full of life. The salt of the earth. Your perfect workmanship.
I love you, Jesus more than anything in this world. Hear this from the lips of my heart.
I behold you, Yahweh.
When was the last time you felt God show up without being called? What did it sound like, feel like, or change in you?
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