Dear Lord Jesus,
Forgive us that You have to come knocking at the door of our hearts, pleading for our love. How often we have turned You away, leaving You outside in the cold. We confess with shame that we are often unready to receive You, preferring people and things, not appreciating the treasure we have in You.
Yet You have laid down Your life for us, You love us more than words can tell. Show us what fills and stirs our hearts more than You do, keeping us from loving You first and foremost. Whatever it is, we want to bring it to You, firmly believing You will set us free for Yourself.
You long for us to love You as Your bride. You long to dwell in hearts that have thrown out their idols, making room for You. You rejoice when we dedicate ourselves to You in this way, for then Your love can reign in us. So may we not be a source of disappointment to You any longer, but rather comfort and joy.
Take our hearts, our wishes, and desires. Take all our time. We place everything in Your hands. All we want is to respond to Your love.
The author: M. Basilea Schlink, retrieved from the book My All for Him, Page 122.