It's only Tuesday but Monday came with the stress bearing load of a hell bound bound hayride Friday. Today was no less trying. Part of me is fighting to be thankful for each arising issue but in the same breath might be nice if each gremlin crawled up my leg with more finesse. My joy in problems could be easily assimilated to grabbing an apple with bruised sections; either grab a knife and cut out the bad parts or take a bite and swallow it whole.

This is one of the proportioned lessons on my plate at what seems like an endless meal I believe to be referred to as life and that paints my face with joyful light. Thank God.