For years, I knew about Jesus. I could quote scriptures, sing the songs, attend the services, and even say all the right prayers. But I was missing something deeply personal — something I didn’t even realize I was created for.
I was missing intimacy with Him.
Not the kind that’s spoken of in lofty theological terms or tucked neatly into devotionals, but the raw, honest, sometimes messy kind of intimacy that transforms you from the inside out. The kind where Jesus isn’t just Lord and Savior — He becomes your friend, your confidant, your heart’s closest companion.
The Awakening
It didn’t happen overnight. Honestly, it began in a season of brokenness. I had reached the end of myself — worn out, spiritually dry, and emotionally numb. Religion didn’t work anymore. Performing didn’t heal. And pretending didn’t fool God, or even me.
So I got real. I sat in silence. I told Jesus I didn’t know how to connect with Him but I wanted to. I wanted to know Him, not just know about Him.
And in that quiet space, He met me.
Not with lightning or fireworks — but with a gentle, undeniable presence. It was like my heart exhaled for the first time.
What Intimacy Looks Like
Intimacy with Jesus isn’t always mountaintop moments. Sometimes, it’s letting Him sit with you in the valley. It’s being honest when you don’t feel like praying. It’s worshiping when your heart is heavy. It’s trusting that He’s not looking for perfect words or polished faith — He just wants you.
Now, I talk to Him like I would a best friend. I ask Him what He thinks. I tell Him when I’m mad, or confused, or when I just don’t understand. I listen — not always with ears, but with my spirit. And I’ve learned to recognize His voice — tender, loving, never condemning.
Intimacy also looks like obedience. Because the more you love Him, the more you want to follow Him. Not out of duty, but because you’ve tasted something real — and nothing else satisfies.
The Ongoing Journey
There are still days I drift. Days I forget. Days I substitute routine for relationship. But Jesus never pulls away. He’s steady. He’s patient. He always calls me back — not with guilt, but with grace.
And now I know: I was made for this. We all were.
To walk closely with the One who created us. To be known deeply and loved completely. To sit at His feet and simply be.
Final Thoughts
If you’re longing for more — more than church attendance, more than spiritual checklists — know this: Jesus longs for you, too. Intimacy with Him isn’t reserved for the spiritual elite. It’s for the weary, the curious, the brokenhearted, the hungry. It’s for you.
Start by being honest. Start by being still. Whisper His name, and let your heart open.
He’s already near.
(Click the link for one of my favorite Bible’s on my journey towards a greater intimacy with Jesus Christ. https://amzn.to/4eGOk07 )
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