Talk to Me - Elisabeth Klein

So I’m walking outside and I ask Jesus to talk to me. I’ve been doing all the talking lately, I say. Talk to me. Tell me something I don’t know.

 

 

 

Here’s what my heart heard:

 

 

 

I love you, sweet girl.

 

I love you if you go for a run, if you walk instead, or even if you sit on the couch.

 

I love you if you memorize another twenty-seven verses or if you never memorize another one the rest of your life.

 

I love you if you run that 5k you’re thinking about next year or if you just think about running that 5k.

 

I love you if you go on all three trips next year or if you don’t go on any.

 

I love you if you barely hang on with that thing or if it completely changes and you’re able to flourish in it.

 

I love you if you write this book or if you never write another word.

 

I love you if everyone else likes you or if you feel that no one does.

 

I love you when you sin and when you refrain.

 

I love you when you yell and when you hold your tongue.

 

I love you when you eat an apple or when you eat five cookies.

 

I love you on your accomplishing days or on your shopping days.

 

I love you if you do everything or if you do nothing.

 

Lay it all down. Give it all to Me. I’ve got it. I’ve got you.

 

I love you.

 

 

 

I needed that.