Some days

There are some days when I feel like I have the most blessed life in the world. On those days, I feel purposeful. On those days, I chat with strangers on the bus, buy flowers to give away, and pray in the solitary shade of trees. On those days I remember the long, hard journey it took to get to where I am. On those days, I savor the struggle that was and is, and is to come, knowing that I will be made better for it. And on those days, I am grateful.

And then there are days when I don't want to get up in the morning. On those days, I feel drained. On those days I forget the hope and promises that had once paved my way. On those days, I would rather fall off the face of the planet than to take public transportation for an hour and a half in the rain to serve the poor, the sick, the needy. On those days, I am bitter and cynically short-sighted, unable to see past my selfish ambition. And on those days, I need to remind myself that God is still good.