Dear God,


I'm not exactly a discipline person.

Not exactly smart, not exactly anything I want to be , not exactly a good friend, not exaclty anything good.



And I've done things that haunts me.

But God,

I don't want to do it alone.


I thank You for speaking to me one week ago.

Thank you for being so sweet, and for claiming me as Your own.


I don't deserve all that goodness You keep giving to me, nor do I deserve any of Your mercy, forgiveness and grace.

Thank You for Your word.

Only say the word, and I shall be healed.

Matt 8:8
 The centurion answered and said,
“Lord, I am not worthy that You should come under my roof. But only speak a word, and my servant will be healed. 







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