INCANDESCENT

Dear Jesus,


My past keeps having my heart for dinner and I don't know how to take it off of the menu. I'm having a hard time loving my neighbor. I don't quite understand turning the other cheek. How do I place my cares at your feet because I somehow keep ending up with it in my hands? Was forgiveness this hard for you too or is it just me? When will it be my turn? What am I doing with my life (I'd like to know this before my turn comes)? I would rather just not care but that is more than likely not in yours plans for me, so what do I do with my emotions in the meantime?

Do you like marshmellows and mustard too? Do you like the FOOTPRINTS poem? I do. Can I flip over a table like you did and not get in trouble for it? Everything that is overwhelming me at this moment, is this your yoke or mine? If mine, how do I get yours again? I need you to teach me to think like you. I need you to tell me I'm not a reject. I need you to teach me how to keep my joy. I need to know you more. Help me to believe what you say about me. I so desperately need my FATHER to sit with me and tell me everything will be ok. That my life is for a reason and no time has been wasted. I mean seriously God, did you know that I would be this bizarre when you made me? I can't see how you are never surprised...I'm ALWAYS surprised. Which of the qualities about me reminds you the most of yourself? You made me in your likeness and image...there has to be at least one!

Jesus, I'm quite frustrated. I know you've already been clued in. Please help.


Love You Forever,
Candace