one of those days

Several parts of my day were not what I had wanted. You know, days where things just cannot seem to go your way. Days you summarize with, "It's just been one of those days." Days when minor crises almost stop surprising you because you write the day off according to that definition.

Today was one of those. Some things heavier--another declined job application. Some things petty--a little spilled soy sauce on my car's passenger seat. Nothing catastrophic. Nothing tragic. Just enough discouragement to numb me into believing that the day was just meant to be trying.

And maybe sometimes that is true. Ask Job. But I know he would gladly have traded days with me if given the opportunity. Anyway, back to the day.

The "one of those days" label inserted itself just after I smeared the soy sauce further into the fabric of my car seat. But, praise the Lord! The Spirit shot up an immediate red flag on the lie that my enemy was ever-so-subtly planting.

Really, truly, what kind of day was it?

It was one of those days...when His mercies rose anew with the sun.

It was one of those days...when His blood still satisfied the debt my sin had earned.

It was one of those days...when I was clothed in His righteousness and never my shame.

It was one of those days...when my Heavenly Father rejoiced over me with singing.

It was one of those days...when I accepted grace by the lung-full without a second thought.

It was one of those days...when the God of the universe pursued and delighted and gloried in a costly relationship with me. Costly not because He could not afford me, but because I could never afford Him so He paid the price to cover me.

It was one of those days...when the Truth set me free.

I will bring praise.