Monday, May 15, 2017

Dear God,

Each new morning the sun rises is a fresh day for new beginnings.  Yesterday is gone, over, never to be relived unless we choose to drag it into the future, good or bad.  Fresh new days are not soiled by the day before bad news.  Today can be written with joy, hope, and love.

My day began and ended in the basement.  Still needing to clean up after the flood, I worked all day long sweeping, scrubbing, organizing, tossing, and carrying up trash.  By day's end I still had some work left to finish but I was just too tired. 

Do you ever get weary cleaning us up, me in particular?  Do you grow tired of my sin, my rebellious ways, and my lack of sensitivity?  Do you think I will ever be clean and clear again?

Thank you
for tending
to the dirt
in my
own life,
O Lord.
Thanks for
your cleansing power.
Help me
shine your light
once again,
I pray.

Love, A ndrea