Saturday Prayer: Believing I'm Beloved

Father, the idea that you rejoice over me, that you sing about me, feels too good to be true. I'm much better at believing you're disappointed than delighted, that you tolerate me rather than celebrate me. My worthiness feels so contingent on performance that unconditional love seems impossible.

Help me believe what you say about me more than what I feel about myself. When shame whispers that I'm a disappointment, let your delight speak louder. When I focus on my failures, remind me of your affection. I want to live like someone who's loved by God - not earning it, not proving it, just receiving it and letting it change everything. Today I choose to believe I'm your beloved, the one who makes your heart sing. That's who I really am.