Tuesday, January 11, 2022

Dear God,

Even before the sun rises, I get to choose my kind of day.  Will hope rise up in me as the sun rises in the heavens?  Will kindness have a place in my soul?  Will I select love as the focus of all I do today?

Sometimes I blame others for my sour or disappointed mood.  I point to grumpy politicians or a careless neighbor as the cause of my demeanor.  Yet, you whisper to me the truth.  I am the vessel of my own life.  I determine what I believe, how I act and what I say.  I can choose a poor day or another kind of day.  I can't blame others.

If my day is difficult because of circumstances, I can choose faith as my way out.  I can pray for strength or forgiveness or peace.  I can allow you to refill my empty or cold cup.  I can breathe in joy, not happiness, but joy that bubbles up from the deepest part of my soul where all that is good and wonderful and beautiful and loving and merciful resides, that part where you exist to guide and love me.

Compassionate God,

help me

choose good

over evil,

love over hate

and mercy

over judgement.

I want

your will

for my life.

Lead me today,

I pray.

Love, Andrea