God of mercy, I am tired of proving I am enough.
I keep measuring myself by what I do, not who I am. I scroll, I list, I perform — hoping someone will nod and say, good job. I forget You already called me beloved.
Steady my hands. Loosen my grip on achievement. Remind me my worth is not earned.
You see me before I do anything. You delight in me not because I succeeded, but because I am Yours. Help me believe that, even when the feed says otherwise.
In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.