Father, all my best-laid plans come crashing down around me. On day two. I’m stopping. I’m praying. Father, you are God and I am not. I worship you. You are in control. I am not. Help me deal with the day and look toward tomorrow.
Father, I don’t even know if I’ll get the chance to walk with you today. Let me grab right now. I worship you, Father. Tomorrow is another day.
When life whacks you in the mouth do you still take time to honor God?