One day at a time.

God is still good. God is still good. God is still good. I’ve held that sentence in the palms of my hands more often than not for the past 6 days. I’ve repeated it. Standing in the laundry room. Walking from Econ to work. Making my coffee in the morning. Churning out homework. Reading through letters….

You unravel me like a melody.

I sat in my parents’ bed, Nalgene full, journals open, Dick Clark’s New Year’s Eve show playing in the background, and reflected on God’s faithfulness in the past year (surprise). His steadfastness never fails to astound me, but really to flip through journals and lay out this timeline of my thoughts and emotions and decisions this…