Dear Jesus, today I feel heavy—like I am dragging around a bag of rocks and maybe a few lawn chairs too! Even though I’d like to blame all my miseries on the shortcomings of other people, I know that some of these onery weights come from me. So, I confess my sins, and I am sorry. Make all things right between us again. I want to walk with You—fervent, and Spirit-filled, and free…

Dear God, can your love for me really be that easy? I can never be sure if people even like me let alone love me! Maybe it’s asking too much! Friends and family say the right words, but late at night, sometimes I stay awake ruminating endlessly about it—you know, do they really mean it, especially when we’ve had another ugly spat?