O Lord,
I read of Aaron and his sons,
washed with water, clothed in robes,
anointed with oil, marked with blood.
And I feel my own unworthiness.
How could I ever stand before You?
How could my broken life ever be called holy?
I confess, Father, that I often feel unfit to serve.
Unworthy, unclean, unqualified.
I carry my failures like stains that never wash out.
I doubt Your calling because I doubt myself.
I shrink back from the altar,
afraid that I’ll fail You again.
Yet You are the One who consecrates.
You wash what is dirty.
You clothe what is naked.
You anoint what is ordinary.
You mark with blood what You intend to make holy.
It is not my strength but Your mercy
that makes me fit to serve.
So here I am, Lord.
Wash me in Your forgiveness.
Clothe me in the righteousness of Christ.
Anoint me with the oil of Your Spirit.
Mark me with the blood of the Lamb.
Set me apart, not because I am worthy,
but because You are worthy.
Let my whole life be consecrated to You
my words, my hands, my thoughts, my heart.
Not for my glory, but for Yours alone.
Amen.