There are mornings when a heart-felt prayer is the grandest, most powerful thought I can cast before me into the first hours of the day…

Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace.
Where there is hate, may I bring love;
Where offense, may I bring pardon;
May I bring union in place of discord;
Truth, replacing error;
Faith, where once there was doubt;
Hope, for despair;
Light, where there was darkness;
Joy to replace sadness.
Make me not to so crave to be loved as to love.
Help me to learn that in giving I may receive;
In forgetting self, I may find life eternal.
Saint Francis of Assisi

Trouble was the sky I fell through to get here; long was my manic free fall through life, arms flailing and feet kicking all the way. But I’m here now. WHEW! For my open heart, clear mind and reverent soul today I am grateful. It was not always so.

Stop beating yourself up.
You are a work in progress;
which means you get there a little at a time,
not all at once.
Stephen R. Covey