It’s one of those days. I’m sad. It was hard to get out of bed this morning.
It’s one of those days. Change keeps hitting me right between the eyes.
It’s one of those days. I’m going to have to nestle in hard, like a blind puppy, trusting though my eyes have not yet opened, trusting that (as Elisabeth Elliot so often said, and pardon me for mixing my metaphors) underneath are the everlasting arms.
This is the day that the Lord hath made. I will (choose to) rejoice and be glad in it.