Do you remember being a kid in Sunday school—back in the day when the right answer always seemed to be “Jesus”?
It still is.
When you have no words for the hurt in your heart.
Jesus.
When you find yourself at the end of yourself.
Jesus.
When the hours are long and the night is dark.
Jesus.
Or, even when the joy bubbles over in a completely uncontainable manner.
Jesus.
Whisper it…Jesus.
Shout it…Jesus.
Beg, plead, weep it…Jesus.
There’s power in the name of Jesus.
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