Still Thirsty? (from a friend of ready-writer)

Dear Lord,

Am writing you on behalf of someone close to me.

He is my mate but you know him better because you created him.

Lord I read the secret diary he kept by his bedside.

Am sorry Lord.

I should not have read other people’s diary without their permission.

As I read, tears streamed down my upturned face.

Those tears were tears of joy.

Lord, to sum up what I read, it is clear my mate is thirsty but,

Am not sure he has been drinking from the right source.

His secret diary drips with how sweet your love is.

How you loved him inspite of his many sins, and daily confession of sin.

His third paragraph moved me to tears.

“Sometimes I woke up full of life.
Sometimes I understood my purpose, other times it feels meaningless.
Lord, I have not lost my faith, but it is weak.
My lack of passion still breaks my heart.
My weariness is breaking my defence, and what we share.
Take me back to those days when I was so passionate for the things of God.
Take me back to those days I love you so dearly.
Oh, please take me back!
It is pain living like this.
What is left of me to offer you?
Nothing except brokenness.”

Lord, it is all I can do, to bow down my knees for my mate.
He is my best mate.
He is also the ready writer.

Inspired by Thirst
04:12Am