I imagine you’ve had days like this. Get outta bed, stumble half awake around the room to get ready, and then–regardless of my best intentions of starting the morning with prayer and praise–I get confronted immediately with a problem/reminder of the spiritual battle I’m in, and I start cussing.
Yep, that’s right. This is the day that The Lord has made, and I will start it off by cussing.
Oh, how I do the things I don’t want to do. And oh how grateful I am that I have a Savior to save me, $%*#%?! top of the morning to you me.
Sin is so prevalent, grace is so abundant.