Every evening I come home I give thanks. Every morning I wake up I give thanks. I’m VERY grateful for another day. I still have so much to do before I leave this earth, how can I not be appreciative that I wake up every day and I get the chance to have a do-over as well as a new start. But Jesus . . . give me strength.
People on this here earth are no joke! There’s so many different personalities and varied opinions about everything under the sun. There’s so many emotions and problems running rampant through the veins of every person I meet. There’s so many issues and drama in the atmosphere that sometimes the air is so heavy with dread and funk that I can almost slice through the clouds of crap in the atmosphere. So along with my thankfulness for every new day, I ask for strength.
I need strength to get through any and everything. I need my cup of morning come-to-Jesus with Jesus everyday. I need to explain to Him that He REALLY NEEDS to be with me as I drive, go to work, deal with coworkers and clientele, family and any and everything in between. I can’t go it alone. I need help. He needs to just be with me all day everyday without fail.
He needs to be there when I have to interact with my kid’s dad (for this I need a triple shot of come-to-Jesus). He needs to be there when I slip backwards instead of marching forward into the destiny He has waiting for me. He needs to be there when my mind wanders from positivity and gets stuck in the land of negative thoughts and worry. He HAS to be there when the evil one tries to steal my joy about my growth and progression and replaces it with anxiety and fear of an unknown future.
Look, He just needs to be with me. That’s all there is to it. I can’t do this life alone anymore. So before I even get out of bed, He and I have a little talk and I remind Him of where He needs to be throughout the day. . . right by my side. Then we BOTH get up out of bed and get dressed. Jesus knows what’s up.
