I think of the elements that sneak into my life, seemingly harmless, and yet wreck havoc with my mind and soul. There is jealousy and guilt, revenge and regret. I harbor anger and resentment against others that only breaks me down. There are things of which I can't let go, even though the weight drags me down to the ground. My mind and my heart are cluttered, even though the outside surfaces are spotless. I am selfish and self-centered, and feel betrayed when I'm a victim of others' thoughtlessness. There are so many storms within that uproot the good seeds I plant, and tear holes in the foundations of the life I try to build.
Each day I must continue the work of cleaning up the messes. I pray for wisdom and peace, and for a spirit to live and work in peace with those around me. I work to forgive others and also myself, grateful for a new chance in each new day. I clean out the muck of the past, and seek out restoration and hope in new beginnings. It is not easy, and the job is never complete as new means of destruction always find their way back in. But I hold out hope for redemption, that each day is a new gift from God to accept who I am and continue working on who I will be.
The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases,
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faitfulness.
"The LORD is my portion," says my soul, "therefore I will hope in him."