My Bad Day Isn’t Important

Ok, I had a bad day today-I mean a horrible day.  I tried praying, I tried laughing it off, I tried crying and I got worse instead of better.  I made a last ditch effort to call a friend who can usually talk me down off the cliff, still a bad day.  I came home hung with Lyssa Lou, text Shane, teased Lena my day still stunk!  I was feeling sorry for myself, angry, frustrated and then some.  I decided to stop by Angie’s blog to get a lift and I have to say I wish I hadn’t.  I never thought I would say that about my new hero, but my heart is broken.  I just don’t understand.  I admit I am questioning God and I know that’s horrible, but I am questioning.  Praying but questioning…..Angie’s blog.  So in the big scheme of things my bad day was a walk in the park.