A Prayer After a Relapse

Father, I did the thing I swore I would not do, and now I am sitting in the wreckage of it, sick and small and certain I have ruined everything. The days I counted are gone. I cannot look at myself.

I confess it, all of it, the choice and the lie I told myself before it. I will not soften it. I fell.

But I am here, talking to You, and that has to mean the door is not shut. So I crawl back, not with excuses, but with my whole broken self.

Do not let this one fall become the reason I stop trying. The enemy wants me to believe the streak being over means the journey is over too. Quiet that lie. Remind me that a setback is not the same as a surrender.

Your mercies are new every morning, not rationed, not used up by my failures. Let me wake into that mercy tomorrow and begin again from zero without flinching.

I give You the shame I want to carry like a sentence. Take it. Lift my face. Help me get up one more time than I fall, knowing You are already reaching down. Amen.