Dear Trinity, . . .

Oh my. . .

I'm admitting to you, Lord, my state of mind, body, and spirit, are all out of whack, and mostly because of the underlying affect your presence has in redeeming them, sanctifying them, reworking them, unfolding them, and even continuing to create in and about them, planning their future with Love in mind.

Oh Jesus. . . You will never cease to amaze me. Your example, your relationship with Papa, your steadfast nature, your pure mirror image and reciprocal acts of love and generosity to our Father have proven that you indeed are His Son, and that we are His, as co-laborers, friends, brothers, and someday soon, as I imagine it in my heart of hearts, partners in an exquisite romance, dancing in the courts of our Papa's house, sharing the immense dreams and vision that Papa has granted us as an inheritance for eternity. How I long for the days of our 'union'!

But until that day comes, I know you are here, with me in Spirit, revealing yourself in subtle, and not-so-subtle ways. I know that when I call you answer, and when you don't, I seem to still know you are here, sharing my pain, sharing my tears, sharing my joys, and celebrating the effects that the resonance of your Kingdom in my life has upon the world around me as I believe, just as you did. You prove that you don't merely guide and 'manage' humanity, but make resounding marks throughout our lives, calling out to us with the same inspiration that authored our existence - asking us to believe in the compelling nature of Love, so that once we believe, we'll find ourselves amidst a gravitational pull to the center of God's affection.

Oh how you have lavished us with love! All of my days, I vow to desire encounters with You, Jesus. Mundane, and extravagant, frequent and sparse. You've so graciously come to share your experience with death and the grave, and in doing so have also shared with us your victory by overcoming them. You've taken on my pain, so I'll continue to allow you to identify with it as I experience it, and I'll believe, even then, that you are with me, because I trust You.

Holy Spirit, my comforter. You exhibit so well the character of the Father, and of the Son, but in your own way have become the life of God in creation, the breath of God in man. You offer condolences fit for kings and bums, for hard hearts and those who have no more tears to cry, and seemingly compel those needing attention to receive the thing you know soothes the soul, eases the mind, and heals the body. I'm continually enamored by the fact that you never stop searching the hearts of all men for glimmers of hunger, for the slightest of hopes, and weakest of prayers; you consider these permissions to interrupt and confirm that we indeed are not alone! You so carefully instruct, and the sense of compulsion in your bias invites both the lazy and broken trust, the indifferent and callused hearts to take the leap of faith. Wow!

Holy Spirit, you are the manifestation of God's passions, Jesus' convictions. You are the song of Life. I admit that your ministry is perfect and I vow to desire encounters with You, Holy Spirit, every day of my life, acknowledging the petty and normal things as having a part to play in the life you've given me, and to draw from them the evidence that you are indeed at work all around me, not just within me. You'll always be to me the enabler, the power of God that reveals the significance of the resurrection through your song. You are the mark on my life, the anointing on my life, the approval on my life that gives me the knowledge, and wisdom to recognize that God is Holy, and I have been cleansed by the blood of the Lamb, and you are the fire in my heart, and fire in my belly that to me, proves that Jesus lives.

Father, Abba, Papa – You are good, and your promises reflect a steadfast nature, a heart not set on changing, a holy love, so perfect, so glorious. You are so mysterious! You know all, see all, feel all, sense all! WOW!

You Lord, are to me the air I breathe, and I will forever believe in your mercy, because you have saved me, baptized me, strengthened me in your timing – which is impeccable because when you did these things, I needed them most! Most of the glory of your works go unspoken, because your creations go beyond the farthest reaches of space, and transcend the most broad senses of time. You are perfect, and what you do, is VERY good.

Papa, I want to make you proud all of the days of my life. So Father, I will believe in the Good News, the Message, that you sent us through your Son, and with the Gospel story of Jesus, and what He has done for me, for us, that in these things, I will remain in your care, trusting your timing, and relying on your power to change me, to compel me to give thanks, and allow you to call me your own. You alone have made me yours, righteous, and worthy to see you.

Lord, all of you, is where I want to be. My heart cries out for you, and I ask that you would forgive me for taking food from your hands, and calling it wonderful, without looking into your eyes to give thanks, to see the true expression of your generosity, the spirit, the nature behind your gifts. I desire that you would continue to heal my heart, continue to teach me about identity, and my role as a son in your Kingdom, and help me to see that redemption is not about the prodigal son, but about the unconditional love of the Father.

You are great, and greatly to be praised, there is no one else like You.