He and I are gonna live a great story together

Guys you gotta give yourself this gift, watch this video.
You know what my thoughts are as I finish it? Well, some are these (the truth is I'm thinking many more, enough to reflect on every day from now on and I really want to!):
Jesus wants me.
What makes my heart light up, He knows cause He made me that way, just that way.
And He wants to do it with me.
And He wants me to believe who He says I am and be fearless cause He's my Dad and Lion of Judah.
And we're gonna write a story together, He and I.
That's the plan. Not the ones I have in the night and then forget about in the morning. That's the plan that He laid out before I was born (1). Crazy huh? Could I be that important to be so well-thought of? So important that my journey is something God has personally reflected on, designed and brought to life?
I just have to believe Him so that we can live the story that He has made me for from the beginning.
And you know what? I love being me. And the best part is that God really wants me to love that, and even better than that, He loves me being me even when I hate it.
I love having a Papa like that.

(1)Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. (Psalm 139:16)

Papa's hands

Something shook inside of me as I read this God-made declaration. When He opens His hand...
He gives me all I need.
I look on and imagine the care with which He made that flower, yellow and bright. It's pure planned beauty, how it's gonna live, grow, bloom, fulfill its flowery purpose. And when He cupped me in His hands as I was in my mom's belly He planned, He knew how He'd provide. And as I look around me tonight, from the clothes I'm wearing, the stacks of books on my shelves, the decorations that flood memories into my brain and the picture of He who stands before a lighthouse reminding me Who's the light, I just see I'm blessed more than ever. And it's not about just having the bare essentials. This having what I need on God's terms is having what God wants His daughter to have. Why worry, wonder, fear, when that's the case?
"When He opens His hands" ...it still hits me. I hope it always does, I pray it does! He has some very big, all-powerful loving, strong hands. And He's my papa. And yours too if you so decide.

Open my eyes

Open my eyes.
Because if you open my eyes, I can see Your reality.
I'll be able to see what's indispensable, what's important and umimportant. And will be able to devote my life to the indispensable, loving you ardently and in complete abandon.
Open my eyes because then they'll let me see that it's not worth living for anything less than love, and that Your plans are worth giving anything for.
With eyes open, I'll be able to really trust you like a little child, cause I'll be able to see You for who you really are: Love.
Please open my eyes every day so that little by little I can live in this state of awareness of You. I just ask to see You. Cause if I can see You then I can see everything that matters seeing. Not the future, not even Your plans, just You who has me so crazily in love with Him and to whom I owe all things to. And my, it's crazy, you are nuts about me!
And so I believe that if I can see You a little more each day my life will never be the same and I will experience what it truly means to live, living as true lovers do: exploring and discovering something new about their Beloved each and every day.
I love you, Jesus.
I need you to help me see. I'm human and humans can't see like this on their own. Yet your love is all-powerful, and I know that truly I'm asking it to do what you can't deny yourself, to be yourself, Love. You're dying for me to see.