A couple of days ago, I started out my day the way I feel I probably “should” start out every day:  Praying.

Praying that I would walk as one who glorifies the Lord in all that I do.  That I may encourage people and “behave” the way a “good Christian” should.  Of course, I didn’t really use those words, exactly, but the gist of it was that I aimed, from the time I rolled out of bed, to do things RIGHT.  The way God would expect me to.

But, I SO BLEW IT!  I mean, I messed up at every single turn.  By the end of the day, I was like, “HOLY MOLY!  WHAT HAPPENED THERE, GOD??”  Not that I was blaming God, per se, but I’ll admit that the thought crossed my mind, “Note to self:  Fat lot of good that prayer did!