To say that yesterday “sucked” would be an understatement. I realize that’s probably the strongest language ever I’ve used on this blog, but, yesterday completely sucked. A series of unfortunate events. A very bad day.
It started off that way, so what should have been a VERY GOOD DAY really never stood a chance. No matter that I tried to get a handle on my mood constantly throughout the whole day. No matter that I did manage to improve my mood, briefly, several times throughout the day. It didn’t matter, the bad just came rolling in like waves.
It was the kind of day where you’re brushing your kid’s hair, trying to get out the door because you wanted to leave 15 minutes ago and the hairbrush literally breaks in your hand.
It was the kind of day where you’re running late to get your husband from the airport and when you get to the north entrance you find that construction has made it virtually impossible to go where you want to go. And so after circling 3 times and still not finding a way through the construction, you spend AN HOUR driving to the south side of the airport because you don’t know what to do.
The kind of day where we SHOULD have been home at 10pm but you’re all crashing silently, crankily, into bed at midnight.
It was the kind of day that could easily bleed over into today. And the kind of day that makes me pray:
The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases;
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
“The LORD is my portion,” says my soul,
“therefore I will hope in him.”