I prayed this morning.
I usually give Him the first hour of my day, every day. But I’ve been very erratic since mid-December when the holiday insanity ramped up.
I am a person that needs structure and routine. When something happens (like life) and it’s disrupted, the first things to go are the healthy habits that keep me anchored.
It’s amazing I’m not in an asylum after the past few weeks…
then losing Dave, my brother-in-law who was so much more than that to me.
And then there’s my anger at my boss.
I’d made a great deal of progress in ‘getting over myself’ and showing him love and compassion in the 3 month sober challenge that began last August.
‘Got over myself’ in the sense that I knew God wanted me to give him the same grace that He Himself has shown me.
The Lord continues to love me in spite of my wicked self-centered self.
What I heard in prayer this morning when begging Him for help with feeling so angry, demoralized and unappreciated at work was this:
“Forgive him, for he knows not what he does.”
then replied back to Him:
“Please forgive me Lord for I also know not what I do.”
He knows. He loves me anyway.
I have to pass it on.
So amazingly grateful to be sober and loved by Him.
❤ ❤ ❤
Image credit: The Ocean of God’s Love, Kevin Shorter