Anything: The Prayer That Unlocked My God and My Soul

by Jennie Allen

Love is jealous . . . especially God’s love. He wants me, and I want everybody else.

I can let other people down. If God is for me . . . the God of the universe for me . . . who could be against me? Whom else do I fear?

He knows we keep chasing other loves until we

love him most. We keep spinning. We keep searching, restless. We keep missing all he has for us. He’ll always feel far away, drowned out by other louder rivers, until every other thing fades away and he becomes the only thing.