Lord, this Passover, I ask you to “pass over” my insecurities and my doubts. Pass over my fear of man, my fear of failing, and my fear that I am just not worthy of the precious blood that you shed for me at Calvary. Help me to accept that the great I AM loves me Just As I Am.
Jesus, my Passover Lamb, “pass over” my hurt, shame and self-loathing, and take my cross, for it is Just.Too.Heavy.For.Me.To.Bear. Pass over my lack of confidence, even though I know that I am the daughter of the Most High who loves me Just As I Am.
My Saviour, “pass over” my tendency to create an island unto my own, forsaking the love of family, friends and community. Pass over my need to compare myself to others; instead, let my gaze rest only on You, King of the Universe, who loves me Just As I Am.
“When I see the blood, I will pass over you.”—Exodus 12:13.
Thank You, Father, that the blood of Your Son, Jesus, is greater than the love of a guy, Prozac and a pair of skinny jeans. Thank You, Jesus, that Your blood washes me whiter than pure, freshly laid snow. Thank You, Holy Spirit, for daily reminding me that the blood of Jesus makes me alive, new and set FREE.
Thank You, God, that Your blood embodies my redemption, my salvation and my ransom, and that You love me Just As I Am.
Thank You for passing over me with Your love.