Make me more like you....

We are going to this awesome church since moving back to L.A. They do communion every week, which is something new to me. They also have people walk up and get it and then you can sit and take it at your leisure. So every week I sit down and just try to quiet my heart before God. I try to let the Holy Spirit lead in regards to how I pray and what I focus on mentally. For a few weeks now, the resulting cry of my heart has been, "Make me more like you, Jesus..." I say "cry of my heart" for a reason. Life seems to come at you in bursts when you're raising two little ones under two. Life is a conglomeration of moments of ecstacy, moments of exhaustion, moments of frustration, moments of laughter. You kind of just deal with things (i.e. puke on the floor, puke on you, spilled cups of milk, poopy diapers, tantrums over guitars or water or anything really...) as they come, hoping to do it well and not permanently screw things up. In between all of these moments, these bursts of reality, you hope to be a good wife, an attentive and caring daughter, a friend who doesn't come off as a total flake...and more than anything, a disciple of Christ that honors Him. And when I take these moments in church when my kids are in Sunday School, and I have a moment to reflect, the only thing I can think of to say, the only thing that seems to really matter is "Make me more like you, Jesus..." How else can I be all the things I need to be, do all the things I know I need to? I have to be like Him, rest in Him, reflect Him...to my husband, to my boys, to my parents and siblings, etc....

Make me more like you, Jesus...