Lord, fix my eyes on you.
Help me focus on you today in my weariness, my feeling unwell, my frustration at not being able to do what I want to do. Cast my gaze to the cross. You bore my sins on that tree at calvary. My anger, impatience, desire for control. My disordered love of comfort and health above Jesus. These things were the nails in your hands and feet. And they’re the whole reason why you went to the cross. For my sin. For me.
Forgive me, Father. I am not worthy.
But God.
You put my sin in the grave. You forgive me, every single time. You throw my shortcomings as far as the east is to the west. It is finished. And now you are alive! My king, hosanna, hosanna. You call me your precious daughter, worthy and wonderful. Because you live, I live. Your mercies, your lovingkindness, your compassions are fresh as the dew each morning.
I thank you, Jesus, for loving me, saving me, calling me yours. Set my feet firm on the truth today. Make me a clean vessel, oh Lord. Teach me how to walk in the way everlasting and guide my feet on the path to peace.