I woke up late and didn't get to work-out. Somehow, over the weekend plus Monday my house fell apart. I have no idea how or even where I was when it happened- I must have been vacationing in Tahiti. I just wish I could remember Tahiti.
Husband had no socks. I had no clean dish towels, etc., etc. The 5 loaf fail-proof bread recipe didn't rise properly, and I realized several things I had promised different people that I would get done- that I had forgotten to do. Worst of all, I was just plain crabby.
Basically a Fail Day of small fails.
I'm so glad that my resolutions for this year didn't include: working out everyday, being eternally cheerful, keeping a spotless house or being successful with paperwork and promises. That would have made my Fail Day into a Fail Year.
This morning I started the day with a toddler truncated work-out, smelly shop-vac cleaning out my broken dishwasher, and toasting yesterday's mutant bread.
But... even if I have been up for 3 hours before I remember this verse, it's a wonderful promise:
The steadfast love of the Lord
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
"The Lord is my portion," says my soul,
"therefore I will hope in him."