I wasn’t planning to write this.
Honestly, I spent most of Tuesday avoiding prayer because I felt… off. Not angry at God, just tired of showing up with the same broken pieces. I kept thinking, “Why bother telling Him again? He already knows.”
But here’s what hit me at 2 AM when I finally stopped pretending I was fine:
God isn’t waiting for me to be cleaned up before He listens. He met me in the mess.
I remembered Romans 5:8 - “while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” Not “after you fix yourself.” Not “once you get it together.” While I was still a mess. That line wrecked me in the best way.
Repentance for me hasn’t been a dramatic altar moment lately. It’s been smaller. It’s been me pausing mid-scroll, closing the app, and saying “God, I don’t like this part of me either.” It’s been choosing honesty over performance.
And weirdly, the anxiety I’d been carrying started to loosen its grip when I stopped hiding it.
I’m not sharing this to sound holy. I’m sharing because if you’re also sitting there feeling too broken to pray, you’re not alone. Grace works in real time, not just in the highlight reels.
What’s one area you’ve been hesitant to bring to God lately? I’d love to hear and pray with you in the commen.
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