prismaticbleed | youversion: march prayers (Reply)

daily Scripture prompt inspirations to be further edited and elaborated on, to speak from our own soul more fully.

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God, I am a sinner. That's the horrific truth, and I must confess it without excuses; I must own up to it in its humbling, humiliating entirety. I am a sinner, and I can't change that on my own. I'm a thief. I'm a liar. I'm a glutton. I'm a slut. I'm a backstabber. I'm a master manipulator. I'm a cheater. I'm a pervert. I'm an abuser. I'm a leech. I'm a selfish, entitled, proud, spoiled rotten brat. I'm a disgrace to my family and a scandal to the church. I'm addicted to comfort and pleasure and mindless time-killing. I'm wasteful, destructive, careless, and irresponsible. I'm greedy and never have enough. I judge and critique and condemn everyone I see. I'm lazy, unmotivated, and unconcerned. I'm filthy and unclean. I'm vicious, violent, angry, and dangerous to both myself and others. I'm suicidal and self-abusive. I'm brutal and merciless. I'm the walking dead and I kill everything I touch. I'm hopeless, Lord... or, at least, I was until You decided to redeem my useless, rotting, putrid & wretched soul.

Why?

Because You are everything I'm not. You, Lord God, are LOVE through and through. You are kind, good, honest, righteous, wise, generous, gentle, thoughtful, and pure. You are just, temperate, courageous, peaceful, joyful, faithful, dependable, and reliable. You are sweet and true and tender and open-hearted. You heal and support and comfort and care for others. You are a genuine friend. You seek and save the lost and forgotten. You bind up the broken, clean & kiss their wounds, and carry them safely to Your Own home. You are forgiving and merciful and compassionate. You are beautiful and real and alive, Lord, so why in all the universe did You CHOOSE to be brutally murdered in my place? Why did You step in front of the firing squad for me and give me a second-billionth chance?

If it hadn't been You, it would have meant nothing. I still would have remained a war criminal, a public enemy, a heartless whore with blood money staining her hands pitch-black, and I would've walked off without a second thought for the man nailed to the tree with my death sentence above his head.

But You are GOD, Jesus. And Your death for my sake CHANGED something in me, forever, for real.

You died for me because You love me. You love me because, despite everything I've done, You CREATED me with a different purpose in mind... and nothing can frustrate Your plans.

You refused to lose me to sin... so You paid my ransom to sin itself. You bled out instead of me, and that Blood washed away the plague in my veins. When You breathed Your last in Your human Body, somehow MY broken humanity did so WITH You, and although I didn't know it, Your death made a way for me to be free of myself. Your death gave me hope.

Jesus, by sacrificing Yourself on my behalf, You paid the infinite debt of my sins.

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God, thank You for making me righteous in Your sight.

There is nothing I can ever do to earn this—it’s something You have freely offered to me because You love me. Thank You!

Forgive me for all the times I have selfishly rejected You,

and please show me how to live a life that honors You.

In Jesus’ name, Amen.