Father, You know what I did. I am not going to explain it like You weren't there.
I am ashamed. Not the kind of shame that performs sorrow. The kind that wants to hide and is talking to You anyway.
I am not asking You to skip the part where I face it. I am asking You to face it with me.
Wash the dirt off. Walk me through what to do about it today. Help me say the hard thing to the person I need to say it to.
You are not surprised by me. You are not done with me. The cross was for this morning, not just the easy mornings.
Bring me back. Slowly if it has to be slow.
In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.