Lord Jesus,
When I am defined by others, remind me that You are my Maker. Not them.
You have given me purpose. Not them.
You are the glory over my head. Not them.
You are the one fighting my battles. Not them.
You raised me up. Not them.

I don’t want to give up because others judge the outside. Instead, I want to grow in love with you because You see my heart.

I’m not above Your law, I’m just adopted by grace. Let others understand— my soul is not theirs to judge or keep.

Others might often come to You to complain about lost sheep, and to enter their clean records in Your books. They might have the first-born relationship with you, since they believe they are perfect people.

But You and I have a bond that held still when everything had fallen apart. When demons attacked. When I drowned. When I quit. Especially when the devil lied that You were against me and I believed it.

What more can I say? “The smallest will become a mighty nation.” This is all I know. So, thank You for the hope that stays, no matter what others say.

In Jesus’ Name,
Amen.