I’ve been racking my brain trying to think of a quick topic for a blog. Kind of a microwave-ready burst of inspiration. Honestly, I got nothin’. The thoughts in my head aren’t going much deeper than “Fire bad. Tree pretty.” I feel like a fog has moved in off the west coast into my brain and settled there.

Ok, I do have this. You don’t have to feel good all the time to be doing good. It’s okay to have moments of discouragement and despair. It’s okay to not be at your best every single minute of every single day. You can be flawed and ordinary sometimes.

In fact, feeling good (or feeling bad) can be misleading. Feelings lie. Even what you think can be misinformed or wrong. What do you trust? Or better yet, Who do you trust?

My hope is in the Lord, Maker of heaven and earth (and me). He knows who I am and what I am thinking. He knows every single blunder, mistake and sin I’ve committed. Ever. And he still loves me.

If there’s a takewaway from this (other than the fact that I seriously need sleep and medication), it’s that God loves you. Not only that, He likes you. He is very, very fond of you.

May that be the last thought before you drift off to sleep and the first remembrance when you awake. May you be filled up completely with the knowledge of God’s love for you. No, wait. May you be filled up completely with God’s love so that it shoots out your eyes and ears and comes out of your mouth as praise and thanksgiving. May you be so filled up that it spills out to those around you in the form of cups of cold water and words of hope and peace.

That’s all I got tonight. Maybe that’s all I need.