My Jesus

Not the Jesus, a Jesus, someone called Jesus, but MY Jesus.

My Jesus because He is mine.

I co-own the relationship.

I feel a deep personal connection to and protection of Him.

Mine, like an object of extreme personal value and importance.

Mine because the relationship is unique and like no other.

Mine because you are secure in that the feeling is mutual.

Mine because the knowledge of who He is to you brings you joy, and peace and hope and thankfulness.

My Jesus because you love Him.

And know Him.

My Jesus because He knows.

My Jesus because you desperately know how it feels to be separated from Him.

My Jesus because thinking of Him can make you feel like a child, with boundless love and expectancy.

My Jesus because He comforts you.

My Jesus because He is ever present and alive, to you.

My Jesus because He's not someone you've heard about but someone you've spent time around, even shared a life with.

My because He is the constant, the source, the stabilizer, all that is good, eternally.

My because you cannot believe you get to know Him! The best gift, the best undeserved prize, winning the lottery.

He is your breath of life. Your reason. Your song.

MY Jesus. Not yours. Not your knowledge of Him or relationship with Him. Mine!

He's My Jesus.

Exclusively and perfectly mine, a relationship independent of all else. Precious. Sacred. Whole.