Heartbeat

I want to be someone who gives with no expectation of reward or return.
A friend who listens more than she speaks.
Someone compassionate enough to approach the dirtiest and poorest man who lives under a bridge, to see those in need wherever I go,
and not be afraid to meet their eyes.

How I ache to give easily, speak intentionally, and love deeply.

Let me be broken and honest, sincere to a fault,
never allowing what is seen in my eyes be a lie.

I want to be respectful of all people, quick to see them and slow to judge them. To be relatable, open, approachable. To forgive and overlook mistakes. To receive correction with humility. To grow like a tree, with roots burrowed deep and branches spreading ready and wide.

I want to be so much.

To be better than I am. Holier, kinder. More empathetic and passionate and devoted.

To be a better friend, sister, and daughter.

The thing is, I can't do it. I can't make myself better. Maybe a little, but not in a way that's lasting.

So this is why I want my prayer to be,
"I need you, Jesus."