There are days

There are days...
When I wake up late
and I don't eat breakfast
and things break
and I can't fix them
and I hate my job
and I feel worthless
and I wish that I had just turned over
and gone back to sleep.

and then

There are days
When I wake up refreshed
and I have a great breakfast
and things break
and I fix them
and I love my job
and I feel God's love like a warm down blanket
and I wish that could feel that good every day.