Monday. Hot, humid, stinking Monday. The day started out with a three hour critique instructed by a grumpy professor but not before I'd woken up late, run out of coffee too early, and managed to stress myself out to the max. By the time Spanish started at noon, I was ready to release tears of exhaustion and stress (and self-pity if I'm gonna be honest). Drowning out my professor, I made the situation worse by trying to figure out exactly what I was supposed to be doing with my life and realizing that every plan I could come up with involved at least one if not several things that I didn't want to do. I finally wrote down, "God, you're good...even when life stinks." All the while, I was conversing with my father who was gently enforcing to me that I do in fact need a degree, and the Special Needs Education sounds like a good way to go. Class ended and I trudged over to building I work in. Upon arrival, I received a message from my favorite person in the world that said: "Hey darlin', I just want to encourage you to trust that God is going to take care of everything. Don't worry about tomorrow, God has a plan for you. Love ya." Thank you Lord for letting me see that your mercies are new, even on hot, humid, stinking Mondays.