Have you ever spent countless hours beating yourself up for the latest mistake you've done? Perhaps it was a failure, a weakness, or a lifelong struggle, and you feel so bad about yourself that you can't get into His presence to enjoy Him.

Listen to Misty Edwards describe what the Lord taught her about this issue.

In silent morn, deep dark of night, cloaked in waning candle light
Fires embers gleam, gloss and glow, but memories, last night’s lonely, picture show

All about is peace and calm, tick of clock upon the wall, sighs of kittens down the hall
The old house creaks and wines and moans, it too awakening, tired of bone

When nothing stirs nor moves about, with thoughts of you, my heart may spills out
Before the birds have first song is sang, bright orange belays, horizons pangs

From somewhere secrete, deep within, your eyes, your sighs, for all time live

Wayne watched the large black furred Tarantulas creeping across the road in slow eight-footed time. The cooler weather brought them out of their deep earthly burrows as the nights once again became chilled. The relative warmth of the oil blackened asphalt road, heated by the bright morning sun, tempted them in sets of twos and threes to stalk boldly into traffic. That and the abundance of dark beetle backed prey and luscious summer fat crickets, juicy and sweet with the year’s previous abundance, attracted them to the roads sun given warmth.