Aren’t you glad God is bigger than Murphy?!

I hate those days where nothing seems to go right. You know the kind. The ones where Murphy is your constant companion. The one where you pour out every ounce of your brain power and still overlook or just plain forget the simplest of things. The one where the stupid printer won’t do what you want until you’ve tried a dozen times and then runs out of ink half-way through the 13th go. The kind of day where you wake up to getting out of bed with your foot it the spot where the dog decided to regurgitate the yard debris he ingested the night before—sometimes I wonder if they are strategically placed. And let’s not forget the day that you wake up to find that your already hyperactive child has eaten 1/2 a cup of jelly beans and is crazier than Taz on steroids. The kind of day that you wish would go by like a flash but seems to drag on for eternity. It’s days like these that I long for the welcoming, hassle free, comfort of my bed.

But I have to say that I’m so glad not every day is one of “these” days. That there are days where things go right, where the sun shines, that I can focus on the smiles and laughter instead of the pool of milk on the table. Father, give me the grace to cope with the hard days and more of the days that don’t require so much coping. Cause I know you are way bigger than Murphy.