God,
I can't believe it. I forgot. I forgot to write my prayers tonight. And so here I am. I drag myself out of my nice warm bed. Two days after my celebration I forget. I knew this day would come, but I didn't think it would come yet. And I feel like no one warns you about how messy life is. No one warns you that people get sick, and that dishes need to be done, and papers written, and taxes filed, floors vacuumed and deck furniture built, and groceries bought. No one warns you that while everyone appears to have it all together, on the inside they don't. On the inside sometimes they forget to write their prayers too, at least I hope so. And so tonight, tonight I'm tired and all I can whisper is "Christ have mercy". Because that's what I need, I need his mercy on my life, on every inch of my broken messy life. "Christ have mercy, Lord have mercy".
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