I find myself lacking. I look at all I am and the complete of it is inadequate. I know all too well my faults and my failures.
Who is this man that knows my name? He calls me beloved. It can not be, he is the King!
But I mess up all too much. My mistakes are a burden, drowning me in guilt. He takes my hand and leads me to the cross. “Do you want to be free?”
I clutch my chains and hold them tight, I cling to my guilt, my shame, and my pain. It is my pride.
I am nothing. He is everything. He chose me. Now I must choose, freedom from my chains or the pain of my pride.