Hey Jesus, it's me

Hey Jesus, it’s me…

I don’t really know how to start…

so I’ll just tell the truth

the way You already know it.

I’m tired—

not the kind sleep fixes,

but the kind that comes

from carrying things

I never planned to hold this long.

Some days I’m strong.

Some days I’m barely standing.

Most days, I’m somewhere in between,

learning that faith isn’t loud—

it’s showing up anyway.

Hey Jesus, it’s me.

I’ve asked You for answers

and learned You often give peace instead.

I’ve asked You to remove things

and watched You teach me

how to walk through them.

I don’t always understand

why You let certain things hurt,

why prayers take time,

why healing isn’t instant.

But I’m still here.

Still talking to You.

Still believing

You’re closer than I feel.

Hey Jesus, it’s me.

Thank You for staying

when I questioned.

For holding me together

when I smiled for everyone else.

For hearing prayers

I didn’t know how to say out loud.

Thank You for grace

that doesn’t run out

and mercy that meets me

every single morning,

even when yesterday was heavy.

I’m learning—

slowly—

that trusting You

doesn’t mean I won’t be afraid,

it just means I won’t be alone in it.

So here I am again,

with open hands

and a hopeful heart,

asking You to keep leading me,

even when the path feels quiet.

Hey Jesus, it’s me.

I don’t have it all figured out,

but I know You do.

And tonight,

that’s enough

to rest my soul.