God is not a crummy God.

Today was crummy.
I woke up irritated and just put off.
I just wanted to sleep and sleep and drink some coffee and sleep some more.
For some reason I wore a jacket that I haven't worn in years, and discovered a crisp twenty dollar bill. 
That made my day a little less crummy.
I can say it over and over that my God is good.

My day got a little better, my dad and I got coffee and looked at books and had a good date together.
I can't think of the last time we had that time together.
But, everyone with depression knows that happiness on days like this comes and goes.
And it went, fast.

So now, I am sitting on my bedroom floor with my bible open and my worship music playing loud and just talking and praying.
I know that my God is good and He will never foresake me.
I know that I am loved tremendously by my Heavenly and earthly fathers.