A Broken and Contrite Heart!

Good morning, Papa God! 

It is not easy to admit when I am wrong.  I would like to justify it, rationalize it.  When all is said and done, I still know I am wrong. So, I humble myself before You.  My heart is broken and contrite over my sins.  Cleanse me, forgive me, and put the broken pieces of my life back together again.

Good Morning, My child!

My heart is so tender towards you at this moment as you lay your broken, contrite heart before Me. On just this very thing your growth is dependent. By way of a broken and contrite heart, you are set free. My heart sings with great joy and gladness.  You surrender yourself before Me recognizing your brokenness, your need to be cleansed, made whole, and set free. You are My precious treasure. I see you not only as you are, but also as you will be. You give Me great pleasure. I know your path; you cannot disappoint Me. I know who you will see and where you will go; what you will think and not say; what you will think, say and know. I already know all that concerns you this day. Remember always My love for you. Nothing done or not done changes that view. These delays are where your growth abounds, as you press forward toward higher ground.

(Psa.51:17; Zeph.3:17; Isa.66:2b; Isa.57:15)