Father, I worship you this morning. I don’t feel good. A big cold sore is coming up on my lip. My head hurts and my sinuses are killing me. Let me set my own discomfort aside for a moment and recognize you as the God of heaven and earth. You are forever. I am temporary. You are praised, Father! You are praised!
Father, on a day that I didn’t get up and get things done this morning, I’m in scramble mode. Please calm my soul. I’m one man that can get one man’s work done. Help me to just do the next thing in front of me and at the end of the day let that be enough.
On days when you’re not at your best, how do you come to the Father?