Some Days

Some days I stand tall.  Some days I hope big.  Some days I am absolutely filled with the joy of life.  Some days I fall down.  Some days I scrape my knees and cry on the ground.  Some days I just don't want to get up again. Some days my head is bowed by weight.  Some days my heart is burdened by decisions and worries.  Some days I skip and jump.  Some days I see every little bit of beauty this world has to offer.  Some days.  But every day, I am carried.  By the One who carried my sin to the cross.  And met the price of it there.  Who knew every failure, every victory and wasn't impressed by either.....only by His love and commitment to exactly who I am in a place where even I can barely venture.  And yet He carries me.  My burdens.  My being.  My gifts.  My needs.  He isn't hindered by what I am not.  Ever.  I breathe Him in.  And on any day, that is enough.

grace.