O Lord,
You speak of peace offerings,
but my heart feels anything but peace.
Inside me there is unrest, fear, shame,
the ache of wondering if I am ever truly welcome at Your table.
How can a sinner like me sit and eat in the presence of a holy God?
I confess, Father, that I long for peace,
but I often chase it in false places.
I try to numb the ache with distractions,
or find acceptance in people who cannot quiet my soul.
I run from You when You are the only One
who can still my restless heart.
Yet here You are, inviting me to fellowship.
Not because I am worthy,
but because a sacrifice has been made.
Blood has been spilled, life has been given,
and now there is a seat at Your table with my name on it.
You call me to eat, to belong, to rest in Your presence.
So here I come, Lord
not hiding, not performing, not bargaining just coming.
Take the war inside me and silence it with Your peace.
Take the loneliness that gnaws at me and replace it with communion.
Let me taste the joy of being reconciled,
the wonder of sitting with You as a friend, not an enemy.
Amen.