"You give Me your worship on Sunday and your fear on Monday. You give Me your prayers when you need something, but not your honesty when you’re angry with Me. You offer Me your “good” parts — the clean, presentable, respectable parts — while hiding everything else in the dark.
I don’t want your portions.
I want your anger. I want your doubt. I want your lust, your pride, your laziness, your addictions, your ugly thoughts, and your secret shame. I want the version of you that you’re terrified to show anyone else.
Until you bring Me all of you — not the polished version, not the religious version, but the real you — you will never truly know Me.
