There are days, oh yes, there are days, when things are turned upside down, flipped inside out, and nothing seems to be in the right place. I get short tempered (imagine that, me?) impatient (imagine, again, if you will) and just all out snarky. (Now, I know you can hardly imagine that)
I run about in circles trying to sort through the list in my head of things I want to do, and after accomplishing little, find myself at the close of the day, pulling the sheets up to snuggle my shoulder, talking to God, and after all, thanking Him, for the indeed the day was His and of His making.
Yes, there is indeed something backwards in that approach. The gratitude, the chorus of thanks is best sung before the day begins. When I wiggle my toes, stretch out my legs, greet my Lord as I greet the morning sun, commit the day to His care and thank Him for all He will do, then I can begin… and move forward…
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