I expected trouble, I found grace. I expected tribulation, I found favor. I was prepared for trial, I discovered love. O what abundance I live in! O how every waking moment leaves me awestruck at all of the providence I’ve been given! O how grateful I am! How much more grateful I ought to be!
From the miracle of my genesis: with my mother refusing to abort me, to our family’s exodus away from India into a land with free healthcare – a land flowing with oil and money – this whole ride, all 19 years of it thus far, have been riddled with divine providence. Every step, every breath, every second of my existence has been blessed and protected by this epic creator of mine.
This creator, the greatest of all. He loves me, even when I stumble and fall. Through trial and through error, in sickness and in health. I long to give him praise with every single breath. Such love like this, such love I’ve never seen. Earthly things fail me, you can keep all your green.
All I need is you, the one I adore. My glorious savior who loves me forevermore. Whose wings I live under, whose amazing grace makes me wonder: why save a wretch like me? Why love a hater like me? Why care for a joke like me? Why save a sinner like me? Ah, yes. I know that he’s good. Because of this, it’s all understood.
Jesus Christ, I love you. I love you infinitely so. Each day, I love you more and more and more. I love that you love me, I love that you saved me. I love that you’re nowhere near done changing me. Making me new, making me clean. Until I’m spotless with a beautiful sheen. I love that you know me, inside and out. That you genuinely care about me, “righteousness” with or without. I’m a moron who sins, a moron you probably can’t stand. Still, you invite me to sit at your right hand.
O my God, how great you are! Your body on that cross, every scar; endured for me so that I can be saved. And to prove your point, you rose from the grave. Ah, Jesus! There’s no one like you! No one, I say! Not one, not two! Soon, I’ll see you face to face. I won’t have to write here, this will be an empty space. Soon we’ll be together, me with you and you with me. With you my Lord, I’ll spend my eternity.
So much to hope for, so much to look forward to! Ah, that epic day when it’s me and you. The day of peace and joy and love and celebration! The day I’ll reap the fruit of your justification! Ah Lord, I can’t wait! To see a day where it’s all love and no hate! Until then, I’ll work hard – diligently and with haste. This life you’ve given me, I’ll be damned if I let it go to waste. I may not have a healthy body, I may be disabled. But this I vow: I will serve you with all of me, so long as I am able. This is my plan, this is my goal. To serve this Jesus, the perfecter of my soul. ✝