Washed away

Noah had a dream where he found himself on a quiet beach, the sand cool beneath his knees. Standing before him was Jesus, calm and unshakable. Noah’s heart ached with shame. He felt so unworthy—so full of mistakes, failures, and sins. In a desperate attempt to make Jesus see why he didn’t deserve Him, Noah knelt down and began writing, stroke by stroke, every wrong he’d ever done. The list stretched endlessly across the wet sand.

He stepped back, chest tight, and whispered, almost pleading, “See? Look at all my sins! This is why I don’t deserve Your time, Your love, Your forgiveness.”

Then a wave rolled in and erased the words. Noah’s heart thumped with frustration. “What are You doing?! I’ll have to write it all again!” And he did. Again and again, wave after wave swallowed the evidence of his guilt. Each time, his shame seemed heavier, each erasure a reminder that Jesus wasn’t acknowledging his unworthiness. He felt small, invisible, desperate for proof that he could never be enough.

After the seventh time, Noah awoke to a voice, soft yet piercing in his heart. “This is what you keep doing,” Jesus said. “You keep focusing on your sin, trying to change it, trying to prove you’re worthy—but I will always wash it away. Your sin is gone. There is no life in it. There is only life in Me. Focus on Me.”

In that moment, Noah felt it: a love so relentless it refused to let him stay in shame, a grace so tender it met him in the middle of his failures, and a truth so freeing it whispered, you are enough because I am enough.