Lord Christ, there’s a powerful line from your encounter with the Samaritan woman at the well. Returning to her village she exclaims:
He told me everything I’ve ever done.
It’s the same for us. You know our mistakes and misdeeds, our guilt or lack thereof, our wounds and our burdens.
I’m conflicted. There’s a longing for Divine intimacy with the wounds and burdens, but I go into hiding over the mistakes and guilt…as though you might not notice. Psalm 139 reminds me otherwise:
O LORD, you have searched me and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue you know it completely...
Jesus, you know me inside-out. Forgive the mistakes. Remove the guilt. Heal the wounds. Lift the burdens. And use me as an agent of your grace. Amen.