Dear Lord,
There's a reason the sun rises anew each day.
Every day is a completely clean slate.
Cherry-picking bad memories
and rolling them around in my head all day,
it's hard to remember that I'm already forgiven.
Forever. For good.
Somehow I seem to think
I've got to make amends in perpetuity,
that I need to keep re-living my mistakes
till it blocks the blessings from coming in.
But happiness is really just a habit;
a decision to accept grace and embrace joy.
Make me a work in progress
who actually acknowledges the progress I've made
and the work we've done together.
Amen.
By Ruth Williams
