** I don’t know about anyone else, but I often write letters to God. This was from one of my old journals, I believe. Back when I first started writing on WP, there were a number of posts in which I shared pieces from my prayer journals. This one is a bit rough around the edges, but still worth reading in its original form.**

Prayer Journal Entry November 2016:

“…I will trust you Father.  I choose to trust You. 

I know that You are working for my good.  I know that You love me.  I know that all You ask is that I follow you, that I let You lead me, and to be obedient to You.  If you called me home today, would I be excited or would I be ashamed of my attitude.

I have been asking You to change me and that is what you are doing.  You are constant and unchanging but I am not.  I need to be soft and moldable so that You can shape me into more of Your image…loving, peaceful, patient, kind, gracious, full of mercy, compassionate, gentle, and giving.  You don’t sit in Your Holy Mountain basking in Your own glory and wealth, rather, You are constantly, and forever pursuing Your children, delighting in them, helping them, teaching them, protecting them and blessing them.

You are a mighty God, a jealous God who craves His children’s love and obedience.  You do not want us, Your children, to place anything above You.  I do not wish to love my life so much that  I seek to satisfy my own desires more than I seek to please You.  When I am called home, I will not be bringing a house or car or a bank account full of money.  What I will be bringing with me is my heart and my mind.  My memories come with me, the choices in my life come with me, both the memory of consequences and the memory of blessings and obedience.

I want my heart to be filled with joy and laughter and love, not resentment and self-pity or jealousy.  It’s funny how a suitcase or even a U-Haul has only so much physical space available, but a human heart, small as it is, has the capacity for an endless supply of love and emotion and passion.  I choose to pack my heart for the journey home to you…”