One of Those Days . . .

The morning did not start off with a bang.  I overslept, resulting in my husband being late for a meeting.  I almost lost my temper and sent my toddler to school without breakfast because he was throwing such a fit ("I want eggs.  I don't want eggs.  I WANT eggs.  I DON'T WANT eggs.").  I didn't get to snuggle with my infant, which is my daily dose of peace in this busy season.  I checked my work email to get a head start and ---- ugh.  You know the feeling.

I sat on my couch in my pink striped pajama top and borrowed scrub pants from my sister-in-law and considered the next few hours.  Why go in?  I reasoned.  It's pointless.  I won't accomplish anything. This is just going to be one of those days.

I closed my eyes in prayer, hoping for sympathy for my plight, understanding for my mopiness, an excuse for my lack of motivation.

Instead, I heard Him say:

"Get up.  Get going.  I have things for you to do today!  Things you can't do if you sit here and mope about what you could have already done better or about what you don't want to do.  Defeat is not from me.  I am for you!  So get up!  Get going! I have things for you to do today!"

So I got up, I got going.  And I said a prayer for victory for all of you still in your scrub pants and pink pajama tops.

One of those days? Nope.  It's one of His days.

And He has things for you to do.