Dear Jesus,

You hung on the cross for me and everyone else. You suffered an excruciatingly painful death and it wasn't for your crimes, but ours. Even yet, I see you get blamed for things. I've seen you be cursed at for not being enough. People complain because you don't give them what they want. Even I have been guilty of that. The truth is that you may not always give us what we want, but you already gave us what we need by becoming sin to be sacrificed so that we can inherit God's kingdom... and it didn't stop there.

So, thank you, Jesus. Thank you for dying in a way that I can't even imagine doing to pay for my own wrongs, let alone other people's. Thank you for continuing your love by caring enough to seek out a relationship with me. Thank you for being the only medication that has ever worked for me and for reminding me of that every time I start to stray.

You said you'd give me rest if I came to you and that's exactly what happened. You've replaced my toxic desires with your pure desires. You've given me the courage to ask for what I need. You've put special people in my life so they can help guide me to you. You've given me the strength to keep my faith even after everything I've been through. You've never made me do anything alone. Instead, you've walked with me and helped me.

Your love never fails. You've given me more second chances than I deserve. You've seen me cry and every single time you've stood by my side, whether or not I paid attention to you and whether or not my pain was self-inflicted. You're the only one who has seen all of my failures and thinks I'm not a failure. You love me no matter how badly I mess up.

Jesus, thank you for being enough. Thank you for revealing yourself to me over and over again. Thank you for being the best cure for regrets and burdens I've carried. Thank you for reminding me that no matter what's been done to me by others, your actions and opinions of me are greater. Thank you for never giving up.