When I was a little girl, my mother tells me she always knew immediately when I had done something wrong. I guess my innocent face couldn’t hide guilt—like when I took my share of the candy mother set out for my little brother and me, and I ate his share, too. I still remember being verbally punished (long before “time-outs” became popular) and the sense of guilt God put on my heart. That guilty feeling was a gift from God has served me like a fire alarm all my life.
Fortunately, God also sees the good things we do and gives us another gift—the sense of peace and joy.
Dear God, please forgive me for all my sins, and help me feel that sense of peace and joy today. Amen.