Give me Jesus

In the morning when I rise...when I am alone...when I've come to die...give me Jesus.

The memories that come with that song...

In Cambodia this summer I heard that song all the time. Jenna sang it a lot in the morning when most everyone was still sleeping. Suprisingly I woke up pretty early there usually and I usually woke up to her singing it. For those of you who don't know Jenna she has an amazing voice. A gift from God...it can't be anything else. There's nothing like waking up to a gorgeous voice crying out and asking for Jesus in every aspect of your life. It really set the pace for the day for me. I wonder if she even knows I heard her most mornings...?

We sang that song last night at Fuel, which is a college youth group type of thing. We sang a ton of good songs last night but that one got me. I think because of that memory that comes along with it. I've had Cambodia on my mind almost constantly lately with trying to plan another trip and a song that triggered a memory from Cambodia just tipped the glass for me. As we sat there thinking about asking God what His will is for our lives we sang that song...Give me Jesus...and I almost cried right there. That's what I want. I want Jesus' will in my life. Every minute of every day. I want to know what He wants to do with me.

So that's my prayer tonight. Give me Jesus. Thanks to my beautiful friend Jenna that song has taken on such deep meaning and thanks to Fuel it's been renewed in my life. But most of all thanks to God it's going to happen. He's going to give me Jesus as long as I keep asking.