Lord, I told You everything last night. The thing I was carrying. The thing I had been hiding even from myself.
And this morning I feel something I did not expect.
Light. Not happy. Not finished. Light.
Thank You for not flinching. Thank You for not making me earn it first. Thank You for not being the kind of God I was afraid You were.
Now help me walk this out. Make me brave enough to tell the person I need to tell. Make me brave enough to change the thing I need to change. Make me brave enough to live like I am actually forgiven, not just hopeful about it.
You did not just remove the weight. You did it without contempt. That kind of love is the only thing strong enough to rebuild me.
In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.