Lord, help me to remember who you are and who I am. Help me to remember that I am dust. And that I am a broken sinner who deserves hell. And that you are the Alpha to the Omega, the Ancient of Days. You have always been here and you always will be. You are the universe creator. You know the hairs on the heads of every single human being who has ever lived. You are holy and righteous and cannot be in the presence of sin. I tremble in your presence. And you stretch out your hand of mercy to me. You allowed your beard to be ripped out. Your face spit on. Mocked and beaten, humiliated and tortured on a cross…to pay the punishment for my sins. To raise me up as your son, a co-heir of your Kingdom, to wear your righteousness like a robe. Thank you for your unending mercy Jesus. Help me to grasp it. Help me to show it to others.