Quiet Presence 

That’s when the old familiar anxiety I haven’t felt in years rose up in me.

Almost involuntarily the cry of my heart came, picking up momentum as it tumbled out of my head.

“Pick me, Jesus. Please, please, please pick me. Not out of pity and please don’t just settle for me. Pick me because You want me on Your team, not because You’re so nice You have to take me.”