Some Days.....


   I'm not up for the fight.  I want to fold up like sweater and lie on a shelf in a quiet, dark, cozy  closet.

Days when the alarm on my I-phone shatters the sweet nothingness of sleep. 

When it seems I'm moving through molasses while the seconds on the clock speed by.

Days when I look in my closet and I ask myself what was I thinking?   I wonder if wearing pajamas to work would really be such a bad thing?

When work is one big white knuckle, blood pressure raising, stress inducing exercise in frustration and futility from the minute I sit down at my desk to the  moment my newscasts goes off the air.
Days when I spend more time worrying what they are thinking about me than being grateful and gracious.

When I take for granted, ignore or are indifferent to those I care about the most.
Some days I forget who my Father is and I forget the wonderful gift he has placed in my hand.
Days when I steam and bubble and fret like a teapot left on the stove too long.
Days when I look at my life and see the work to be done, the bills to be paid the dreams and wants still unfulfilled.
Days I can't see past my self pity to see the glories  and grace God showers on me constantly.
Some days fatigue, and ego set the tone instead of peace and humility.
Some days I fall down, I miss the mark, I stay in the valley.
I fail.

But thanks be to God, I get back up and move forward.
Even on those dark days, hope is never far from me, and neither is my Father.
Thank the Lord, for now, there is another day ahead.