mourning for more

At one point a couple of weeks ago I found myself wanting to write a letter to everybody in my entire life and tell them I'm sorry for everything I've ever done wrong to them, to apologize for what anybody else has ever done to hurt them or misrepresent who Jesus really is. Of course, I’ve done a number of these things over the course of my life, having made many mistakes, having left a handful of messy trails but this was overwhelming, this desire to make all things right on the earth. I wondered about it all and why such a desperate desire. I have to chalk it up to the mourning in my heart for God to set all the wrong things right; for God to make everything bad, good again. There is still pain in my heart to see Jesus work supernaturally as a restorer and repairer of all things broken and torn, for justice and mercy to marry over every circumstance. It is a holy mourning that I realize can only be addressed in prayer with the God of the universe, not in a mass appeal or apology to the entire universe. My consolation is this; blessed are those who mourn for they shall be comforted. How I mourn for the coming of His kingdom, to bring total redemption to every heart, to even the earth itself. I mourn for my own heart to be enlarged, to love the unlovely and the undeserving, as Jesus does for me. I mourn my inability to be all that He says I am at times and long for eternal resolution. I mourn our love deficits, towards Him and each other. I mourn for a better way to be demonstrated in my own life and for the life of others. I mourn for every divide to be filled by the love of God. I mourn for more of who He is and his promise to me is His comfort, the Comforter. Jesus, I cannot make anything better for anybody. You can go to every hurt; every place of pain in the human heart and you can heal it. When you kiss a wound, it is made better. Lord, would you kiss wounds today? Would you heal hearts today? Would you use me to be your hands to heal, your arms to embrace and your heart to bless? How I mourn for more of who You are and for less of who I am; for more of your Kingdom to come and more of mine to bow.