What hurts?

Standing in the line for confession, my friend Joe leaned over and said, "Here's your chance to hear Jesus. Tell Him what hurts."
I stopped. I felt like crying. Me? Loved like that? Yes, I know that Christ became man for me, He saved me, He loves me. But to embrace the idea of being loved so much that even trivial matters are important and cared for... I stop short every time.

My Jesus, I know You love me personally and intimately; You love me, Liz, not me, created human soul #5 trillion. It's a personal knowledge. Jesus, I know the more I open my heart to You and allow You to embrace, conquer and rule it, the more deeply in love I will fall and more grounded I will become. I am Yours -- take me.