Seinfeld was a TV show about nothing. That was the premise. Today, I feel a lot like one of the characters off that show (in the mornings, I look a lot like Kramer).

I got nothin’.

Apparently, I used up all my allotted brilliance for the week (said in jest) and have nothing creative left in the old tank.

This has been one of those weeks where I was always wishing I was one day ahead. On Monday, I wished it were Tuesday, on Tuesday. . . well, you get the idea.

Sometimes, when I pray, it feels fake, like I am offering up a bunch of words to heaven with no real meaning behind them.

Sometimes, I feel like I pray what I’m supposed to pray, what a good Christian should pray, instead of what I really want to pray.

Some days, the only words to my prayers are “Help me” and “Thank you.”

Some days you feel like a nut, some days you don’t.

Some mornings, I get right out of bed. Some mornings, I keep resetting the alarm until the last possible minute.

In all of these moments, I have grace. In my strong and in my weak moments, on my good days and on my bad days, when I am living right and when I am screwing up royally.

So it’s true. I got nothin’ . . . but the grace of God keeping me alive and sane and going.

And that’s enough