Martha Olawale

“My soul yearns for you in the night; in the morning, my spirit longs for you.” Isaiah 26:9

In case you’ve not noticed, I love Jesus and love to talk about Him. While I wish everyone knew the depth of His love as I do, my love for Him is personal. If you’ve been where I’ve been and seen what I’ve seen, then you’ll know that life does not exist outside of Him. Something about Christ gets my spirit singing and my heart dancing. I owe Him my joy, peace, purpose, and every good thing in my life. He is the reason for my existence and my soul’s sole proprietor. He is enough for my morning and sufficient for my night. Although unworthy, He chose me out of the abundance of His love.

If you’ve ever felt like picking up a pen and writing a love note, you’ll understand this. This is one of those days when my heart gets overwhelmed with the joy of being called the beloved daughter of God that I can’t help but shout it. As I celebrate my salvation, my emotions lead me down the stretchy lane of walking with Jesus. It zeroes my gaze on the ups and downs of the last decades of resting on His shoulder. He is the faithful Father who always held me above the waves and got me out of my many messes. He is constant in the quiet times and steadfast in the uproar. I love my Lord and will say it a million times to a million people and in a million ways if I can.

My soul longs for Jesus, for the beauty of fellowship with Him and the glory of His majesty. I can’t get enough of Him. Every fiber in my being thirsts to see the radiance from the light of His face. I want more worship, more time in prayer, more time with other Christians, just more of all things Jesus. Every beat of my heart declares Psalm 42:1: “As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.”