I.R.L. There’s No Use Crying Over Spilled Milk

I was reminded last night during my monthly Ladies’ Bible Study that every morning God gives us a new day. A day with no mistakes in it yet. And I belong to a God who’s covered my sins with the blood of His Son, forgiving me of my past transgressions. Which means He does not remember my past sin – they are wiped clean.

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases,
    his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
    great is thy faithfulness.
“The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,
    “therefore I will hope in him.”

Because of our study last night, I was able to let the spilled milk at lunch today go by with hardly the blink of an eye. A quick wipe up took care of the mishap, a loving squeeze let the transgressor know they were still loved.

Grace. Forgiveness. This is how I want to be living, in real life.

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