This morning I woke up to the cries of one of my children, and as I picked her up from her crib, I found myself knee deep in the evidence of a stomach virus. In the midst of 3 baths for one sick child, an infant crying to be fed, and a 3 year old asking for his milk, I thought to myself, “Oh no. It’s going to be one of those days.”
I am SO thankful that this day has not continued along that same path. But, when I finally got to my feed reader, I found this post, “One of Those Days” waiting for me. It would have been perfect for the morning, if I had time to read it.
My favorite part: “Today is one of those days–one of those amazing days, which find me standing before the bar of God acquitted from all of my sin because of the death of Jesus Christ on my behalf.”
The ugly parts of my day fade a little when I think about this. I know I need to feast on this fact more often.