I Missed One Morning and Made It Mean Too Much

Some mornings I skip. Not because I decided the practice was over. I notice I missed yesterday, and I tell myself I'll start over Monday. Monday is a few days away. By then it feels like a restart, and a restart feels heavier than just sitting down.

I used to treat a missed morning like it wiped the ones before it. Like I was back at zero. Like I needed a speech, a plan, a cleaner version of myself before I was allowed to come back.

That's not a high standard. That's me turning one empty morning into a reason to stay gone.

The Speech After the Miss

The miss is one morning. What costs me is what I do with it. I make it mean I'm not the kind of person who keeps this. I wait until I feel ready to begin again. The ready version of me doesn't show up. A Tuesday becomes a week.

I know that's backwards. I still do it.

Plenty of mornings are hard. That isn't usually why I stay gone. I stay gone because I narrate the skip until it feels like proof. Proof I should wait. Proof the practice only counts if I never break it.

Written After the City Fell

There's a line in Lamentations I keep needing for this. It wasn't written after a good week of prayer. It was written after Jerusalem fell. From the rubble, not from a clean record.

Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. Lamentations 3:22-23

New every morning doesn't mean after you catch up. It means this morning, with yesterday still empty.

I keep treating mercy like something I get once I earn a clean week. The verse doesn't wait for that.

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Yesterday Can Stay Empty

I still skip. The urge to wait for Monday is still there. Monday still sounds cleaner. It isn't. It's just later.

Some mornings I sit down anyway, with yesterday still empty, and I don't make a speech about it.

That's not becoming a man with an unbroken record. That's just living into a mercy that starts again whether I earned the restart or not.

I don't always do it. Some missed mornings still turn into a week. I'm not pretending otherwise.

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Trent Jones is the author of the Forged Agents blog and builder of "Reflect", a daily reflection companion for living in the present, in peace, with joy.