Dear Jesus,
I want a Mac laptop with lots of storage space for music and art. I would like an iphone just because I think it’s cool that you can have a phone and mp3 player all in one . . . plus the internet.
I would also like a new keyboard – specifically one from the Yamaha C-30 series (I’ll let you decide which one). In addition, it would be nice to have a large sum of money reserved for recording. In case you are looking for a deal – if you give me the mac and new keyboard then the cost of recording goes significantly down. FYI.
I could also do with a sum of money that would pay off the huge radiation/medical bill that we are slowly chipping away at. And, since you allowed for the tumor that needed to be treated, I think that is a pretty fair request.
I want a home, one that is all my own and that I only have to share if I choose to do so. I would like for it to be in Hoover so Winter can stay at Berry. And, it would be really great if there were newer cars to park in the garages of that home.
I think that does it for now, except, all that I really want is you and what you have for me. What’s a new home if you’re not in it. I would drive an El Camino for the rest of my life if it meant more of you. Even though my flesh cries out for the unnecessary, my heart cries out for my shepherd – I shall not want. You aren’t looking for the deal, you’re looking to lavishly pour out on me and satisfy in the way that only you can and do because you know it is better. I want my flesh to scream out for you as loud as my heart does.
You be the provider. I trust your taste, timing, detailing, restraint, pace, silence, and your goodness. Yeah, your goodness that I can’t comprehend but have tasted and seen. Because, the things of the earth become strangely dim in the light of you.
And so I say to you today (I’ll probably need to be reminded of it) that if it doesn’t advance your Kingdom, if it doesn’t bring more of you, I don’t want it.
