O Lord,
This chapter feels uncomfortable.
It speaks of what is hidden, secret, shameful.
Bodies that leak, bleed, and break down.
Things no one wants to talk about
and yet You do not turn away from them.
You name them. You make provision for them.
You remind me that nothing in my life is too hidden,
too messy, too shameful
to bring before You.
I confess, Father, I want to hide my weaknesses.
I cover what feels unclean.
I pretend I am stronger than I am.
I am embarrassed by my frailty,
ashamed of what leaks from the cracks of my life.
I fear if others knew, they would turn away.
Sometimes I fear You would too.
Yet You are the God who sees.
You do not recoil at my weakness.
You provide washing, sacrifice, cleansing.
You remind me that holiness is not the absence of frailty,
but the presence of Your mercy.
In Christ, even the most hidden stains
are touched, healed, and made whole.
So here I am, Lord.
In all my frailty, with all my hidden struggles.
Wash me with living water.
Cleanse me where I cannot cleanse myself.
Take my shame and cover it with grace.
Teach me that nothing disqualifies me from Your love.
Let my very weakness
become a testimony of Your cleansing power.
Amen.