My Heart's Letter to Jesus

 Jesus…

This is my heart on paper,
my soul in words,
my spirit reaching out in awe to the One I love most.

You didn’t wait for me to be clean.
You came to me while I was still covered in ashes.
You knelt where I fell and lifted me when I couldn’t rise.
You saw the mess, and still called me Mine.

Jesus, my beautiful Savior,
how can I ever say thank You enough?

You loved me first.
You loved me fully.
You loved me forever.

When the world gave up, You stayed.
When fear crept in, You fought.
When I forgot who I was, You reminded me who You are.

You are Jesus…

—The One who writes mercy over my mistakes.
—The One who plants hope in the ruins.
—The One who carries me, walks beside me, and prepares a place for me.

You didn’t just save me.
You chose me.
You called me.
You see me—even when no one else does.

You, Jesus, are the rhythm of my heartbeat,
the reason I smile through storms,
the fire in my worship,
the stillness in my silence.

You are the Answer I didn’t know I was searching for.
The Home I never knew I was homesick for.

So I say again—and I will say it every day:
I love You, Jesus.
More than breath.
More than blessings.
More than words can carry.

I love You for the cross.
I love You for the empty tomb.
I love You for Your Spirit inside me,
and for the promise of eternity beside You.

If I had a thousand lifetimes,
I’d use every one just to worship You.

Jesus… my First Love.
My Forever Song.
My Everything.

Amen.