There’s something about knowing today isn’t in my own hands.
My hands are often weak, unqualified, unequipped, and unsteady.
My hands often try to hold too many things at once,
causing the most cherished things to slip through my fingers.
I could become discouraged thinking about all the things I wish I could do better or do over,
but that would only lead me down a road I’ve walked too many times before.
The road of regret.
So, I start my mornings in the only way that gives me the strength I need to face the next challenge, the next test, the next question.
I get up early and go to Him who knows me better than I know myself,
and I simply ask for help.
I lay everything out before Him and ask Him to hold what my hands just can’t.
Many times I mess up throughout the day, and I try to pick back up the very things I know I’m not capable of handling on my own;
but somehow God gently reminds me to “let go” and trust Him.
So I do.
Again and again.
I’m thankful the Bible promises that God’s mercy is new every morning.
I need His mercy every single day of my life.
This morning try turning to Him.
Tell Him everything.
Try placing your hope in His Word.
See what happens.
I rise before dawn and cry for help;
I have put my hope in your word.