O Forgiving God, this morning
I am watching my daughter work.
She frames pictures
and restores paintings.
This morning she is working
on the portrait of someone’s ancestor.
She is removing years
of accumulated dirt
to reveal the original color.
When we come to you
with all our foibles,
you open our eyes
to layers of obfuscation
and avoidance of truth.
Forgive us God,
and restore us to the pristine creation
that you intended.

1 John 1:8-9:
If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us. If we confess our sins, he who is faithful and just will forgive us our sins and cleanse us from all unrighteousness.

Hymn: Just as I Am, Without One Plea


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