January
Father, I'm carrying guilt from sins you've already forgiven. I confessed them, you forgave them, but I can't seem to let them go. I keep replaying my failures, rehearsing my mistakes, wondering if I'm really forgiven or just temporarily pardoned pending good behavior. But your Word is cl
January
Peter stood by the fire in the courtyard, warming himself while Jesus was being interrogated inside. Three times people identified him as one of Jesus's followers. Three times he denied it, the third time with curses and oaths. Then the rooster crowed, Jesus turned and looked at him, and P
January
I've removed your sins as far as the east is from the west - and those directions never meet. They're infinitely separated, impossibly distant, permanently removed. Stop digging up what I've buried. Stop replaying what I've erased. Your sin is gone, completely and forever. Live like it.