Thank you, God, that I needn’t wait until I am clean to come to you. My invitation to meet You at the cross doesn’t require a dress code. I am to come, just as I am. You allow the blood of your Son to wash me clean.
Thank you that nothing I do—and nothing I fail to do—can improve my standing before You once I surrender my life to You. Christ’s righteousness is imputed to me by faith.
Thank you that Your love for me does not ebb. You love me equally on my best and worst days because Your love is not rooted in anything valuable found in me, but is founded in You.