I am a sinner, Lord, with no way to save myself. I am the prodigal son, going my own way. It isn't until I am wishing I had the pigs food to eat, that I come to my senses and turn to you. While I am in the filth, you love me. You forgive me. Your grace is more than I can fathom.

This forgiveness that you have lavished on me, may I pass it on. You provide ways to do that that stretch me. Help me to stretch and not break. Help me to love others the way you love me. Give me the grace to lavish forgiveness on those who sin against me.