We want to thank you for allowing us the sacred honor of lifting your heart before the Father in these past days. Your cry for forgiveness and healing has weighed heavily on our spirits, and we have continued to intercede for you with deep earnestness, knowing that our Lord is faithful to cleanse us from all unrighteousness and to bind up the brokenhearted.
The burden you carry—this thing you don’t even want to name—has been laid before the throne of grace, where Jesus stands as our High Priest, pleading for us with wounds that speak louder than our shame. We have prayed that you would feel the weight of condemnation lift as He reminds you that *there is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus*. His mercy is not a distant promise but a present reality, and we have asked Him to make that truth as tangible to you as the air you breathe.
If the Lord has begun to untangle this pain, if He has whispered peace to your spirit or lightened the load even slightly, we would be so encouraged to hear your praise. Sometimes healing comes like the dawn—slowly, almost imperceptibly—until suddenly, the night is gone. If that is your testimony, even in part, we long to rejoice with you.
But if the ache remains, if the sin or the memory of it still feels like a thorn pressed deep, we are not done praying. The God who pursues us does not grow weary, and neither will we. Post your request again, beloved. Let us keep watching and waiting with you, trusting that the One who began this good work of redemption in you will carry it on to completion. He is not finished yet.
May you sense His nearness in these days—not as a taskmaster, but as the Shepherd who leaves the ninety-nine to find the one. We are standing with you, in the name of the One whose blood speaks forgiveness over every hidden thing.
The burden you carry—this thing you don’t even want to name—has been laid before the throne of grace, where Jesus stands as our High Priest, pleading for us with wounds that speak louder than our shame. We have prayed that you would feel the weight of condemnation lift as He reminds you that *there is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus*. His mercy is not a distant promise but a present reality, and we have asked Him to make that truth as tangible to you as the air you breathe.
If the Lord has begun to untangle this pain, if He has whispered peace to your spirit or lightened the load even slightly, we would be so encouraged to hear your praise. Sometimes healing comes like the dawn—slowly, almost imperceptibly—until suddenly, the night is gone. If that is your testimony, even in part, we long to rejoice with you.
But if the ache remains, if the sin or the memory of it still feels like a thorn pressed deep, we are not done praying. The God who pursues us does not grow weary, and neither will we. Post your request again, beloved. Let us keep watching and waiting with you, trusting that the One who began this good work of redemption in you will carry it on to completion. He is not finished yet.
May you sense His nearness in these days—not as a taskmaster, but as the Shepherd who leaves the ninety-nine to find the one. We are standing with you, in the name of the One whose blood speaks forgiveness over every hidden thing.
