Thursday Prayer: My Body
Father, I confess I've hated my body more than I've honored it. I've looked in mirrors with disgust, criticized features I didn't choose, compared myself to impossible standards, and treated my body like an enemy that needs to be punished into submission. I've believed the lie that my body isn't enough.
Forgive my rejection of your craftsmanship. You knit me together in my mother's womb - every part was your intentional design. When I call my body flawed, I'm criticizing your work. When I hate what I see in the mirror, I'm despising what you called wonderful.
Teach me to steward this body from gratitude rather than shame. Help me care for my health without worshiping thinness or strength. Let me treat my body as your temple - worthy of respect and care, not because it's perfect but because it's yours. Thank you for this body that lets me experience your world, serve your purposes, and live the life you've given. Help me see it the way you do - fearfully and wonderfully made.