I'm Sorry

I'm sorry because today I let the enemy steal my joy. I let him beat me down. I let him take my strength. And with my lack of joy and strength I discouraged others. I lost direction and gratitude and freedom. I abandoned hope and chose pity. And it felt awful. It felt empty. It felt lonely. 

And yet in this lonely, empty place I find grace. And in that grace I find power. And strength. And victory. I find a King on a cross who fights for me. Who wins back my joy. My freedom. My hope. And it is beautiful. The sacrifice, it's overwhelming.