God's grace...

I try my best to finish each day and then let it go – there is no point in hanging on. There are days when I have done all I could – I have done it to the best of my ability and in the end I still fumbled the ball – what gives? I remind myself that tomorrow is a new day – the sun will rise (and here in Louisiana it will be H.O.T.) –I remain a little pissy. Someone once told me, “When you plant a new seed in the soil, the first thing that comes up is not the pretty flower but rather a little dirt.” – some days the rise of “a little dirt” feels like a dump truck unloaded in my lap.

While I know that a skinny solo venti no whip caramel frappuccino won’t make my day any better – it will make it go faster – no time to think about the calories, or if I do think about the calories at least I’m not thinking about my crappy day.

Today was a wish-wash of a good day and bad day, I laughed at things, I cried about others – I am a mess of emotions. But no matter how sad I was for a moment or happy I was the next; I know that even my worst days are never so bad that I am beyond the reach of God's grace and my best days are never so good that I am beyond the need of God's grace.

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