Jesus, Jesus all I want is to be like You.

But, I am nothing like You.

I pray and I beg…please change me.  And I try…I read and I pray and I repent.

But, nothing changes.

I hear about how You set free and make new and sanctify, and I wonder, why won’t You do that for me?

I think I must be doing something wrong, but it shouldn’t be about my doing at all.  It’s supposed to be You, right?  That’s the point isn’t it?  You can do a work in us that we can’t do ourselves.

So, maybe I just don’t matter enough to You.  Maybe this life of mine just won’t ever be good enough to bring You glory.  Maybe other people are more important.  It makes sense; that’s been the story of my life.

But I want to matter to You, more than anything in the world.

I want my life to bring You glory.

I want to be like You, Jesus

And it’s the worst feeling in the world to know that I’m not.