God Doesn’t Hold Your Worst Day Against You

Dear Readers,

We’ve all had days we wish we could erase.

Words we wish we hadn’t said.

Doors we wish we hadn’t slammed.

People we wish we hadn’t hurt.

Versions of ourselves we never wanted anyone to see.

Maybe for you, it was one bad decision — or maybe it was a whole season of spiraling. Either way, it left you questioning your worth. You wonder if people look at you differently now. You wonder if God does too.

Let me remind you of something sacred and true:

God does not hold your worst day against you.

He doesn’t define you by the moment you broke down, messed up, gave in, shut off, or acted out. He doesn’t throw your regrets back in your face like people do. He doesn’t whisper your failures behind your back.

He already knows the ugliest parts of your story — and He still chose you.

That bad day didn’t shock Him.

That mistake didn’t cancel your calling.

That breakdown didn’t break His love for you.

You don’t have to earn His grace — it’s already yours.

And while people might only remember what you did, God sees who you are beneath it all. The person who’s trying. The one who regrets it. The one who’s waking up, growing up, and fighting to be better.

You’re not stuck in your lowest moment.

You’re not held hostage by your past.

God is already standing in your next chapter — holding mercy, not judgment.

The enemy wants you to believe that one moment disqualified you. But God says:

“Your sins and lawless acts I will remember no more.” (Hebrews 10:17)

If He can forget it, maybe it’s time you stop holding it against yourself too.

Healing won’t happen overnight. And people may take time to believe in you again. But know this — you are not your worst day.

You are still worthy of love.

Still capable of purpose.

Still seen by God.

Still redeemable.

If I’m honest… I’ve felt this too.

Not because I didn’t trust God — I always have.

But because sometimes I forget to let go and let God.

Sometimes I hold onto fear, or overthink my past, or feel the weight of things I can’t change.

It’s not a lack of faith — it’s a human moment.

And even in those moments, God still meets me with mercy.

I’ve caught myself wondering if I’m being punished.

I’ve let the enemy whisper that maybe I don’t deserve peace or restoration or joy.

But the more I sit with God, the more I remember:

That voice isn’t His.

He doesn’t punish me through silence, suffering, or shame.

He refines me, restores me, and reminds me — over and over — that I am still His.

So instead of overthinking everything I’ve done wrong,

I’m choosing to breathe.

To surrender the weight.

To let faith speak louder than fear.

I’m not learning to trust God — I’m learning to trust that His love is bigger than my lowest moments.

And that’s enough.

If you’ve ever felt this way too… you’re not alone.

In hope and healing,

Just Catrina