Not too much later other words slip out and I see that your day was more.
Things bothered you. People hurt you. Life confused you.
I've asked you to stay in the moment when I ask you about your day.
Focus on what I'm asking. Really think about it.
Was your day really "Good"?
I've gotten upset at you for revealing later that it was more.
And now I see, it is. Good. All the time.
Because He is good. All the time.
If only I would stay in the grace.
Not rush ahead or compare moments with another.
Remembering that All. Has. Purpose.
And He makes beauty out of every. thing.
When your daddy asks me how my day was, might my response be genuine when I, too, say good.
If the day was hectic or hurtful. Aching or exhaust-full.
Might I, too, stay near grace and declare it is good.
"...for five, short, bold beautiful minutes... unscripted and unedited...