My daughter was having one of those mornings…the type of morning where you feel like a combination of Debbie Downer, Oscar the Grouch, and expired milk products. And this was her conclusion:

Everything=Horrible

Me=A Mess

About 20 minutes later, she was completely fine. Recognizing the absurdity of the completely unnecessary catastrophization, she apologized.

“I think I was just tired.”

And Fatigue Fog can turn the most delicious days into a sour situation. But take a step back. Consider a cup of coffee. Marinate on God’s Word.

And yes, you are a mess…but God loves you anyway. And that means that…

Life=Beautiful