I did something wrong. I failed. I let you down. I’m sure that you must think less of me now. I don’t know how to be right with you again. Every time I look at you I see how I let you down. So I turn my eyes down. That way you can’t see in to my soul.
Not even God will forgive me.
And so the burden of Guilt takes hold. Gripping. Controlling. Suffocating. It can weaken even the strongest of bonds. Yet it is one of the worst types of bondage there is.
You offer hope, where I had none. You offer forgiveness, in exchange for my guilt. Healing to make my hole whole again.
But the choice is mine.
Lord Jesus, help me to let go of the guilt and run into your waiting arms. I want to be whole again.