Some days, I seriously just wanna come home and throw a freaking tantrum.
Like today for instance. I just feel like some days were not made to be lived. Like, they were the kind of days meant to be the day you called in sick and just stayed in bed all day watching old movies or crap tv all day, and just stayed away from life.
But noooo… I had to go into work today, because I’m responsible like that, and NEVER call out, unless I am DYING. So yeh. What do I get as my thanks though?
Nada. Nothing. Zip. Zilch. Zero.
Some days, I have learned, are just days you have to get through. They are just bad days.
Tonight, I got on here, and could not remember my freaking password for this site. Which is probably cuz I haven’t been on in SO long! lol but when I tried to get it to send it to my email address, it was hooked up to an account that I never use anymore, so when I tried to sign into that email account, I couldn’t remember my password for there either! Then it locked me out, cuz I tried too many times! Yeh, today, and tonight apparently, are just BAD.
Obviously, I worked it out. Or else I would not be sitting here typing this ….Which leads me to another issue. After I finally logged in, I sat here and wrote out this AMAZINGLY AWESOME post, and then, I tried to post it, and it DISAPPEARED! … SERIOUSLY?!! someone wants me to harm myself today 😛
But alas, here I sit, still sane (or relatively) and am trying AGAIN to get this out. And as I sit here, and go through all this, I am thinking. Life is like that. And my life has been nothing pretty. But there were pretty moments. Glimpses. And for that, I have lived. And hoped. And struggled on. Because I do believe that life is worth living, even in the midst of hard times, and struggles, and pain, and fear, and doubt, and a host of other things that war against us. But in the end, I know that everything will fall into its rightful place, and make sense. Because I believe. I believe in God. and I believe He loves me and He came and died, so that I might live this life, to the full, and then go on to a better place, with Him, to live for all eternity. With Him. in Glory.
So because of all that, I can say, with confidence. Some days are just crap. Some days you just have to let it suck, knowing that tomorrow, you can try again.
When Emma was in the NICU for those 3 long months after she was born 16 weeks premature, I learned to take life a day at a time. To just get through the tough days, hoping for the bright light of Hope on the horizon of tomorrow. Reminds me of that song from “Annie”…”Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow, you’re only a dayyyyy aaaaaawaaaaaaaaaayyyyy!!!” 🙂 Its true! It is! So I learned to live life one day at a time, and let God get me through one day, and then lead me to the next, and so on and so forth. That has really been a life lesson for me. Because I used to despair in the moment. Something or someone had hurt me, and I would be wallowing in that pain, feeling like it would last forever. But I never took the time to look at it from the perspective of the “day at a time” mentality. I think that would have saved me a lot of heartache. I just hadn’t learned that lesson yet, though. God taught me. In a tough place. But I learned, and I grew, and I am still learning and growing, and taking these days a day at a time….
Here’s to the journey we are all on. Just walk with him. Step by step. Day by day.
And let the bad days just be bad days.
You might look back and see a bright spot of hope you hadn’t seen there before. But God was there. Even in the bad days.