I have days where I really would be better off crawling back into bed and pretending the morning never happened.
I have days where just about everything I say comes out wrong and ends up offending someone I love.
I have days where it's hard to remember to offer up all my struggles instead of complain about them and feel sorry for myself.
Today is one of those days, on the Epiphany of the Lord no less, where I'd like to wake up once more and start my day all over again. It's days like today where I have to remind myself over and over again that God is there for me and just waiting for me to call out to him so he can reach down, pick me up, dust me off, and turn me in the right direction. And he really will. Because he loves me, in all my imperfection and undeserving self.