Dear God,

I'm blowing it. I should have gone to bed right when I came home from work at 2:30 AM, but, instead, I got on the computer, and I've been on it for over two hours. Now, Jennie is getting up and ready for work, and I'll only get a little bit of sleep.

Out of my anxiety and stress, I've just been picking heavily at my scabs to make them bleed. I've done pretty good all day, except for just in the last few minutes.

God, I'm sorry for not taking better care of myself. I praise you for all the ways you're blessing me and my family. You are showing yourself faithful, even though my faithfulness is often in question.

At work, for example, I've been sharing crude jokes and profanity with guests and coworkers. I cannot picture Jesus doing the same, and I'm sorry for this. I also apologize for not exercising self-control when I've gotten upset. At work I expressed my irritation with a coworker in front of our guests, and it was not only unprofessional, but it was ungodly. I'm glad I apologized, and I pray for better self-control.

In a way, I look toward Saturday night with a little bit of anxiety. I've seen what it can be when we get super-busy like that. I pray for godliness, self-control, wisdom, and everything else I will need to do my best on Saturday. Please help me to do my job, Lord.

I love you and thank you for your sacrifice to me.

Your son,
Danny