On Those Days . . .

On those days when I wake up in the morning exhausted in every way . . . On those days when the physical thorns that God has given to me because He knows the depth of my pride have frayed my soul and my pity-party is worthy of an Oscar nomination . . . On those days when my spirit groans at the thought of fulfilling my calling--my heaven-given vocation, even for one more day . . . On those days when my spirit is darker than the sunless morning that greets my awakening . . .On those days when I cry out in my rebellion that I want to live my life, my way . . . I find there is only one cure: to go and to do what He has ordained for me to do. Then, at the end of the day, I look back and my heart and soul and spirit are amazed. . . It was a good day. Despite my spiritual malaise and self-centered complaining, the God of the Universe, the God of patient love, has used me to do His will. The truth, once more, resounds in this old heart: His "strength is made perfect in weakness." "His grace is sufficient."

"I stand amazed in the presence of Jesus the Nazarene and wonder how He could love me, a sinner condemned unclean. O how marvelous! O how wonderful! And my song shall ever be.  O, how marvelous! Oh, how wonderful! Is my Savior's love for me."