>that we are not our own. That our lives do not belong to us and we shouldn’t live as if they do. We have to remember the good things of the past so that we don’t wallow in our disappointment and discouragement. But man, it’s hard sometimes.
I went back and read this blog again.
Please, Lord, take away this spirit of complacency and fill me with the fruits of the Spirit. Yank out this bitter root; I want nothing to do with it. Let me desire what the Spirit desires.
mercies per mile 
>Good word! whoa, the blog's look changed again.
>I know.. I like to change it up often.