Day 33

"The most wasted of all days is one without laughter." E.E. Cummings

I tried to take photos of what my day consisted of,

but all I had were kleenex, a box of tylenol severe congestion, and soup.

Most of my day was spent in bed.

The rest was spent reflecting on where my own sinful thoughts have brought me:

into a very self-deprecating place where I'm almost refusing God's truth and grace.

How very dangerous.

I am going to bed, because God's mercies are enough for one day.

P.S. I love my mother.
I wish I was as comforting/nurturing as she is.