Have mercy on me, O God,
according to your unfailing love;
according to your great compassion
blot out my transgressions.
Every day, as the sun goes down, I’m reminded how often I messed up that day, in big and small ways. My mistakes seem illuminated, weighing down my heart, and impossible to forget. Yet, as I pray like the Psalmist for mercy, there follows a peacefulness at the end of the day, as my errors are blotted out, covered over by the descent of the night. The slate, one more time, is wiped clean.
I remember, once again, as the morning dawns, there is renewal, there is cleansing brightness, a promise provided within each new day. I am given another chance to get it right.