I need Jesus. I need Jesus like I need oxygen. Like I need food. Like I need water and air and life itself. Like I need blood pumping through my veins. Actually, I need him even more than those things, for he is the one who provides those all those things for me. I desperately need him. And yet so often I forget that I need Jesus. Insanity, I know. I act as if I can live apart from him.…