I thank God for the imperfect days,
where I seem to
roll off the wrong side of the bed,
my coffee tastes like soap,
the sun feels too hot
and too cold at the same time,
and I end up stubbing
my pinky toe eleven times.
On the days when the tiny things
seem to threaten to choke out
the Joy God gave me,
I am learning to
praise Him through it all.
For, it is in those days,
I find myself holding on
tighter to His promises
and blessing Him for each one.
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