Father, I feel like with every word that I say, I'm digging myself into a deeper and deeper hole. Grant me the willingness to control that. Keep hold of my tongue and make whatever I say glorify You. I don't want others to feel this way because of the words I'm saying. Why can't I be the "quiet kid" again? I struggle time and time again, and at times I feel broken. But You are always there to pick up the pieces and clean up the mess on what is called "my life." Thank You for doing that. I'm learning more and more about what it means to be "caught up in Your grace." Thank You so much. I love You.
"Rid me of myself, I belong to You. Oh lead me...lead me to the cross."
Amen.
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