Coming to Jesus is like coming home. I want to know Him in a close way all of my life. I want to trust Him as my Lord and Master every minute. I want Him to know and feel from me that I follow Him alone. I think back over the course of my life: I don’t have anything to offer Him, not really. I have so largely built my spiritual life on self-righteousness instead of true humility and spirituality. But He has still sustained me and enabled me to get where I am today: with Him still. And I want to say so publicly: He has done it all in and for me. And I have done nothing.

Jesus, when you come to get me, when you come to take me home—it will be the happiest moment of my existence that I can presently imagine. In the meantime, may I build well: may I build with materials that last, that will withstand the purifying fire that is to come. You are so perfectly holy, so good and true—wise. What can I do but long to know you and be wrapped one day in your actual arms. Oh that day!

While you have me here, I choose to be a good follower of yours and take the lessons you have been teaching me, and live with you and for you. Never do I want to lose closeness with you—what a gift for this sinner saved by pure grace. Let me now build well, as you lead. I bow. I love you. Amen.