remember me

Do you remember me, Lord?
Time and times we spent together,

You alongside me

(although I didn’t always acknowledge You)

as I considered pathways

and made choices that led us both to here.

To now.

To a fresh new moment where I get to choose again

as I process past experiences along with the unfathomable

before each and every new decision

while You observe me struggling with freedom.

I have spent years reacting to what comes

in fear of Your disapproval, and my own.

In the end they are just choices.

Intentions.

Pathways.

And Your judgment is always the same

no matter how long, deep, silent or alarming the cry for You is…

the answer is the same:

“I Love.

I Accept.”

It makes me feel crazy, call me crazy

for wanting to accept humanity, my humanity, as You can…

and I try, resulting in both successes and failures

that I face, next to You, as always,

while you smile and nod and observe and I flounder

and hopefully, most hopefully,

choose to walk through the body of Jesus to know Your presence, Father,

to experience liberation coupled with Sonship.

I know You remember, because You remind me.

You remember me.