Ever have one of those days where you try to do everything right, but it goes oh so wrong? This morning I woke to a very angry alarm clock…and a migraine the size of Manhattan.
Looks pretty harmless, doesn’t it?
As my morning continued, I managed to spill a 32 oz bottle of water down the front of my pants, eat some “gluten free” food that led to some serious hives and walk smack dab into a moving door. But on a positive note, at least I didn’t spill the scalding hot coffee in my other hand!
It was only 8am.
But then things started looking up.
One of the most “with it” older ladies I’ve ever met celebrated another year of life today. She breezed through the station to say hi and took time, along with two wonderful women I know, to pray for me.
I felt like I was at a revival my friends! There was praying, praising, rejoicing and caring for little ol’ me. For little ol’ me!!! <—did you get that? And this old battered girl, with her wet pants, throbbing head and hives, stood teary-eyed and all the better for it!
Cheers to a better tomorrow my friends!