I belong to Jesus

I grew up in a religious and traditional family. I was used to wake up early on Sundays to attend the first mass in the morning. I am used to praying the rosary almost everywhere, inside a jeepney, when I am about to sleep, whenever I get bored *yes... *whenever I am bored... and most absurdly was, even when I ride a motorcycle... 


I pray the novena when I wanted something from Him... I pray twice as hard if I really want that something. 


Everything was a routine... a routine done without thinking, without the presence of my heart. 


Then I started to crave for more. I hunger to know Jesus, to know the father more. I want to talk to Him personally, to share everything. Not just pray for things I wanted to have, or for breakthroughs I wanted my life to have. 


Before, I wanted to be able to know God more than I know myself... But I learned that He knows me more than I knew myself from the very start. I run away from Him most of my life and He in return, hugs me tighter... 


I sin... I am stubborn... I rebel... 
(If I see someone who is  as stubborn as I am, I will let him do whatever he pleases and let him see his faults and then learned from it by himself... as it is supposed to be...) 


But Jesus, as I was at the middle of my sins, at the wreck of my stubbornest, at the consequences of my rebellion, died for my sins...  ‎"His love endures forever" (Psalm 136:26)


I was overjoyed, I could not believe someone will give his life to save me from my sins. I wasn't sure if I am worthy of it, the purest of pure, the one without sin will willingly want to die for me? Sino ako? 


Then realization hits me... or should I say, Jesus' love hits me. :) 


I am still hungry, I am still craving to know Him more, I want to know my saviour, my redeemer...  


That's why I'm praying and I know He will answer according to His will, that I be given the wisdom to know his will, the heart to understand, and the courage to do them... 


When you give everything to God, nothing is impossible.. 


Lean to love the Dream Giver more than the dream itself, for He dreams far more than we do.