Today has been one of those days that start out hard. Real hard. Waking up with a bad attitude (how does that even happen? It's not like you even have done anything yet!), a crazy schedule change starting almost before you get out of bed, knowing that you probably won't get that much done today (so many times that is what we measure our days by--not by how we walked closer to the Lord), bad drivers and a trying a new kind of frappe that's not as good as what I usually get (that's shallow, I know, but it's the little things after the big things that drive me nuts).
Should I skip my quiet time or communication with the Lord just because I can't/don't want to focus? No.
Just because I have a sour heart, and think that it won't really benefit me because of that? No.
Just because I get convinced that I often have an impenetrable frazzled-ness/anger/frustration that nothing can breach? No.
Are we not told that our Lord melts the hearts of stones? Shouldn't His love and grace overwhelm us like nothing else?
Just like David did in 1 Samuel, we have to keep coming back to Him even when we feel like this--bad, sinful and stressed. This is an opportunity to see how we react when times are like this--where does our faith really stand? Are we asking the right questions? Can we not just whisper "Jesus"?
What happens when we do?
"Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for his mercies are new every morning."