A Poem about Real Life

I started off my quiet time this morning with an original poem:

I hate PMS.
I hate the way it makes me feel.
I hate the way I treat my boys.
I hate PMS.

Yes, it was one of those days.... One of those days when I have to say a prayer of forgiveness as the day barely begins. Yuck.

Immediately following the creation of the former poem, I glared at the windshield for a few minutes and then opened my Bible study. I was not really in the mood, but I knew it was what I really needed.... The first scripture I looked up was this:

"We do not make requests of You because we are righteous, but because of Your great mercy" (Daniel 9:18b, NIV).

Lord, where would I be without Your Great Mercy???

Thank You, Jesus.