Dear Lord, 

I do not want to love the gift more than I love you, the giver of all good and perfect gift. I do not want to fall in love with the treasure you packaged for me as a wife more than you, the giver of this treasure.

I do not want to love the liftings more than I love you, the lifter of men. I do not want to love the elevations more than I love you, the Elevator. 

I do not want to love the blessings more than you, the source of blessings. I do not want to love the financial and material resources more than I love you, The river that never runs dry.

I do not want to love the power more than I love you, the all-powerful Lord. I do not want to be so fixated on the anointing more than you, the Anointer.

I do not want to love the status/influence more than I love you, the King that was not enthroned yet no one can dethrone. I do not want to glory in my certificates, qualifications, and achievement more than I glory in you, my helper. Like the 24 elders, I lay my crowns and worship you, always. It is not just by singing but by offering my life as a living sacrifice.

I do not want to grovel at the feet of men of influence more than you, the maker of men. While I honor men and understand that you bless men through men, I do not want to esteem them more than you.

I do not want to seek your hands only. I also want to touch your heart. Like David, I want to be a man after your heart. I don’t want to be so interested in your ACTS (miracles, signs, and wonders) only. Like Moses, I want to know both your ACTS and your WAYS. 

I do not want to ever forget where you picked me from. I do not want the fleeting pleasures of the palace wine and meats to ever cause me to forget the scars of where you took me from. I do not want to turn my back against you when the storm of life rages and challenges of life come to test my faith and trust in you. I do not want to be a fair-weather friend.

I do not want to serve you because of what I can get from you. I understand that you are the rewarder of those that diligently seek you, and you will never forget the labor of love of your children. However, may it never come to a point where I have to make statement like, “Lord, you know I am serving you” before I can make my petitions or supplications.

I want to love you and love men irrespective of their tribe, race, ethnicity, cultural differences, background, social stratification, religious inclinations, church denomination, political affiliations, gender, nationality, and skin color. I have an understanding that you created all men in your image and likeness and I ought be to an extension of your love towards them. 

I do not want to love you for what you have done for me, what you are doing presently and what you will still do. I want to love you for who you are.I do not want to be a user. I really want to love you. 

I do not want to love you by words only. I also want to love you by action. It was because of the Love you had for me that made you give me your son, Jesus. I pursue you, I commit to you and I sacrifice my entire being to you.

The truth is, I cannot really love you. I know the Love of God has been shed abroad in my heart by the Holy Ghost but help me to love you. SINCERELY! GENUINELY!

In Jesus name I have prayed. Amen

You can make that your confession, too. 

PS1: I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God. (Ephesians 3:16-19)

PS 2: Whispers from my secret place. Inspired by the song, Oh to love you (conversation with the Father) by Minister Dunsin Oyekan from the Birth of Revival album. 

Shalom!

Oluwasegun