Seriously, this has been a crummy day from the time my feet hit the floor. Somedays are just like that, some are not. Some days I think, who cares if I have only 2 sick days left for the whole year, I really want to crawl in bed, pull the covers up, and pretend like I don't exist. Who cares if there is a stack of paperwork on my desk so insurmountable that I don't even know if I have a desk anymore? Who cares that my dishes are stacked in both sides of the sink b/c I just didn't feel like dealing with it last night? Who cares? Not me. I don't care about anything b/c life isn't fair, sometimes it sucks so bad I just stop caring.
Then, a friend emails you a link to a book, because she thought you should read it. So you read it, and you remember, there is always some One who cares. He cares for me, even when I don't have enough faith to care for myself. He loves me, even when I don't love myself. He believes in the plan He has for me, even when I don't care what that plan is. And He cares enough to bring people into my life that can make my crummy day, the one I couldn't deal with, okay enough that I can get through it long enough to wake up tomorrow morning and make it a better day. Because He cares that much.
So, thank you Bree for thinking about me.
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