Friday Prayer: Breakfast on the Beach

Jesus, you prepared breakfast for Peter beside a charcoal fire - same setting where he denied you three times. You brought him back to the scene of his failure to restore him there. You asked three painful questions to match his three denials, giving him opportunity to affirm what he'd denied. You restored who Peter once declared he'd never betray.

I've failed you too - maybe not as dramatically as Peter, but deeply nonetheless. I've denied you through cowardice, betrayed you through compromise, abandoned you through fear. I've run back to old patterns, old securities, old ways of living that you called me away from. Yet you're still preparing breakfast, still seeking me out, still asking if I love you.

Meet me like you met Peter - not with condemnation but with restoration, not with rejection but with recommission. Ask the hard questions I need to answer. Bring me back to scenes of failure to heal me there. Give me opportunity to affirm what I've denied. Restore what I've broken. Feed your sheep through me despite my failures. I love you, Lord. You know I do.