May Day

One thing after another. It always seems to be a great bother. Spilled your coffee, the kids are crying, its so hard to think you’ll be fine. Miss the bus, lose your purse, come home to find out it gets worst. Your lights are off and the door is jammed, this day is slipping out of your hands. Tired eyes and a shaken soul, don’t give up now are distant words. It’s unfair you tell yourself, Lord help me now, I need your help. He hears your cries that no one else can. We are all in flight, it’s where we land. Yesterday’s hurts, success or strife is not something to hold onto for life. Each day is anew and blessings will come. You will feel the pain in them too. To not give up and surrender yourself is the best way to get out. Depression will knock and fear will make itself at home. Don’t allow the devil to rob you with gloom. He will try and try and only you can let him win. Do not fall for his life of sin. The nature of it and how you respond will only leave you so far gone. Away from the good the happy and true. No matter how bad the day, the outcomes up to you.