When I praise you, my heart is lifted up beyond myself. Though I may be low and powerless, weak and sinful, you always remain high and mighty far above the universe, the work of your hands. You never change. You remain great, regardless of what happens to me or to anyone else. You are always there for me, ready to step into any situation for my benefit. My eyes are ever fixed on you. You are my life.

Oh, my, Father. I let a word slip yesterday that I never say.  Where did that come from? I shocked myself.  I was so embarrassed. If something like that happened to me, how hard it must be for people who say obscenities all the time? I need to go to those who heard me and tell them. They say obscenities, but perhaps, when they see how embarrassed I became, they might admit their own struggles with obscenities. I am so sorry.

Thank you, Lord God, for sending your Words to be spoken and lived by flesh and blood. Not only that, but this part of you took my place so I would not end up in hell. You have made the impossible easy. To live again forever became possible because of your sacrifice. And, Lord, it is so quiet and peaceful this morning. A few birds greet the sun and add a lilt to the quiet.  Peace. Quiet. Calming to the soul. So precious.