Thank you for remembering me

Oh Lord,

You have perfect memory.
You remember me,
even though you have so many more important things to remember.

You don’t forget what makes me grieve,
feel lonely,
ignored,
foolish,
or embarrassed.

You know what makes me fill with pride,
shrink in fear,
and weep with gratitude.
(Click here for a prayer called “Only You.”)

You made me.
You know me.
And nothing about me makes you pull away,
feel disappointed
or annoyed.

You have infinite love, patience, and grace.
For me.
Even when I’m horrible.
Even when I think I’m wonderful, but I’m really not.
You have designed me,
and therefore, you intend to prosper me
no matter how much I mess up.
(Cick here for a prayer about design: “Thank you for my children’s struggles.”)

Thank you for remembering that I’m so so fallible.
Thank you for remembering me enough to die for me.
Thank you for everything.

In Jesus’ wonderful name,
Amen.

“As a father has compassion on his children, so the Lord has compassion on those who fear him; for he knows how we are formed, he remembers that we are dust.” (Psalm 103:13-14)