I want Jesus to be my Spiritual Flex

I want a special connection to the God of the universe

Source of every clover and cloud

I want to show up armored in the knowledge that I’m chosen

But what does His Spirit do in the midst of my wanting?

Remind me that I’m not any different

Really Lord? After all I’ve done for you

Hmmmph

I’m on my knees weeping in the messiness of it all

Who I am and who I’ve been

A nobody with a very unique somebody to carry me through days like this

Maybe He’s my spiritual flex after all, but never in the ways that I want to appear

strong…