Sometimes we just need a do-over.
Like right now.
A chance to begin the day again–even at three p.m. when it’s completely windy–a miracle that will scratch the memory of the morning. Because…
because how it started and how it snowballed isn’t who we are…or rather, it was who we were, but not who we want to be. Not the rest of today. Not tomorrow.
So wherever kindness is hiding, say, under a limp pair of underwear–and wherever forgiveness skipped off to, I pray them back. And may they be holding hands with laughter and joy when they come. We could use some of those here today, too.
Thank you, Lord.