Some days, you wake up and you grab onto that sunrise, seeing it as God speaking to you, reassuring you, reminding you that He’s got this, He’s in control.
Some days, you use too many commas and you don’t bother to try to fix it.
Some days, you realize that what isn’t said is far more important than what is.
Some days, you write it all down, hoping that will help you remember what the issues are and what needs working on.
Some days, you find old letters to God, old pleas for help and comfort, efforts to sort it all out, and you remember that there is nothing new under the sun.
And some days–you work out and get on with the day because it isn’t going to get any better if you sit here moping about it.