O Lord,
You speak of childbirth of blood, of days of waiting,
of offerings to restore what was unclean.
And I feel the weight of it.
Life is a gift from You,
yet even life comes through pain,
through blood, through weakness.
Even the joy of new birth
carries the shadow of uncleanness.
I confess, Father, that I struggle to hold these tensions.
I want life without pain,
joy without blood,
blessing without brokenness.
But You remind me that in this world,
every gift still groans under sin.
Even miracles bear the mark of weakness.
Yet You also provide restoration.
A lamb for a burnt offering,
a pigeon for a sin offering
and You call it enough.
You do not despise our frailty,
You make a way for cleansing.
You welcome new life,
and You heal the mother who bore it.
So here I am, Lord.
In my weakness, restore me.
In my pain, cleanse me.
In my hidden places of bleeding and exhaustion,
meet me with mercy.
You are the God who brings life out of blood,
hope out of pain,
healing out of brokenness.
Make me whole, Lord.
And let my life even in its frailty
be an offering of thanksgiving to You.
Amen.