“Let the morning bring me word of Your unfailing love, for I put my trust in You.”

Yesterday was an Alexander’s terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.  In my own mind.

I let my emotions rule my thoughts.  I allowed the cares of this life to press down on me.  I gave in to the unsatisfied longings of an aching heart and invited myself to my own little pity party.

It was not my best day.

I lay my head on my pillow with a confession, “Lord, please forgive me.”

Today, I rise up and sit with the the Psalmist for awhile.  He echos my thoughts, my emotions, my memory of yesterday.

Lord, hear my prayer,
    listen to my cry for mercy;
in your faithfulness and righteousness
    come to my relief.

I spread out my hands to the only One righteous, the only One able, the only One faithful enough to take me as I am and change me little by little when my progress seems so slow.

He is loving and forgiving even on my worst day.

Yes, the morning brings me word of His unfailing love.  I will put my trust in Him.

Show me the way I should go, Lord, for I entrust my life to You.

Because today there is grace for my need.

Sunday grace.