Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.
– Isaiah 53:4-5
Let us never forget the cost of grace. Let our hearts be pierced not by guilt, but by gratitude. When life changes and the world shifts beneath our feet, anchor us in the truth of Your sacrifice.
May Your wounds remind us that we are never alone. May Your bruises be the balm for our brokenness. May Your light—soft, smudged, and sacred, guide us through every dark hour.
Amen.
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