Blessed by a bad day.

Today was a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day.

It was raining when I woke up.
The apple that I had at breakfast was icky.
I forgot to bring my Spanish homework to class.
I literally walked into my favorite professor and mumbled an apology, only realizing later who it was.
I got a little bit discouraged and intimidated by calculus. (I study so much and memorize so much, and then on tests I make THE stupidest mistakes.)
I accidentally fell asleep when I had wanted to go for a run.
I have a headache.
I'm arguing with a friend.
Deadlines are looming.

But, from the beginning, this day had nothing to do with me. Today had nothing to do with how I was feeling, how well I performed, how well I enjoyed it, how satisfied I am at the end of it. It does not. God loved me as much today as He did yesterday! And tomorrow He'll love me just as much. Even when I don't feel it, even when I don't want to admit it, God is worthy of my wholehearted praise even on the bad days.

So for now: I'll put on my favorite sweater, make chai tea in my favorite .:yellow:. mug, turn on some Whitley, pray for my friend Jack as he crams for a test, get some instruction from some saints on loving my friend Anna better, talk to my roommate Sarah about her day, do a little yoga, and try to remind myself who I belong to.

Who I belong to.
Who I'm living for.
Who loves me more than anyone.

Even on days like today.