After a few days of responding to tiredness poorly, and that sneaky monster of shame tempting to attack, these lines from Every Moment Holy inspire me out of the pit.

From the discords of yesterday,
resurrect my peace.

From the discouragements of yesterday,
resurrect my hope.

From the weariness of yesterday,
resurrect my strength.

From the doubts of yesterday,
resurrect my faith.

From the wounds of yesterday,
resurrect my love.

Let me enter this new day,
aware of my need,
and awake to your grace, O Lord.

— from A Liturgy for the Ritual of Morning Coffee