Dear Monday, I hate you.
But you are not winning the battle today.
You see, I choose to find the good despite of my circumstances.
I choose to see today as a beautiful mess, with all its crooked lines, shadows, and craziness.
He is all that is good about today. And that is enough.
I wait quietly before God, for my victory comes from Him. (Psalm 62:1)
How was your day friends?