Tonight while I was washing dishes, the thought came to me that I am impressed with the resilience of the human spirit, and, in particular, mine at the moment. Can't you just be in the dumps one day, or even one minute, and then, miraculously, the next day or the next minute all failure and depression is suddenly vanquished by the thought of a new start, a new day, no mistakes in it yet, quoting Anne of Green Gables.

I mean, how many times have I done this? Oh, maybe only 18,263 times. Which, my friends, is one sprout of hope for each day of my earthly existence, minus maybe a few days for leap years, which, of course, I have neither the patience nor wherewithal to go figure.

But it's so true. I was wondering How this can be? How can we forget what is behind, when it is so nasty and heavy, and press on to what is before? Especially when taking the "de" out of depressing to turn it into pressing might seem a mountain too steep to crest.

Then it dawned on me...because of God's grace. His mercy is new every morning, here I see it rising like the sun (well, I don't see it rising like the sun, I'm always asleep and missing the sunrise, sorry to say). But, still, I imagine it. There is something so marvelous about each new day, each new sun. Whoever said "hope springs eternal in the heart of man" sure nailed it. But it's because we are created in God's image that this is possible at all. He knows our downsitting so well, He knew we needed a boost every 24 hours and planned accordingly. My, I'm glad I'm not left to my own devices.

All these thoughts started because a dear young man in my church posted on Facebook that he felt out of place. Someone asked, Why, what's up, bro? The young man replied he didn't know, he just did (feel out of place). So, of course, I had to write, Well, don't you worry because your feelings will pass and we all feel like this sometimes, at least I know I do.

So, tonight I'm basking in the wonder that even with millions of mistakes, goofs, regrets, disappointments, disasters, pressures, freaking out moments, may-I-please-take-that-back episodes, you name it, still, in the glorious reflection of God's generosity, each new day can feel as exciting as the very first day of our life. Something like that. Pardon me while I wax philosophical tonight. I just don't know how God wipes the slate clean for us like that, but it's one of those things I think I will relish and not overly dissect.

That same cute little boy, the one who always peps up the children's sermon at Mike's church, his latest...the teacher asked, What does a potter do? I KNOW, I KNOW, his arm about detaching from his arm pit in his excitement. "A potter barks." Wow, talk about a quick wit, he can come up with an answer even if you asked him in Chinese. Knowledge of subject matter positively has nothing to do with it. An answer he will produce. Love it.

Then on Facebook a friend shared a tidbit about her 5 year old son. She asked him to put his shoes in his closet. As he picked them up and walked off he muttered, I am the hardest working man in this house. The other men in the house include his father and his toddler brother. What a hoot. Kids are the greatest. With kittens a close second.

I Googled, How long does a cat sleep each day? (a little wordy, I realize). The answer is...a looooong time. And experts aren't sure why kitties sleep so much each day, something about their past hunting expeditions, don't quote me. Somehow, I think I should have been a kitten. Lately, I think Robby is sleeping even more than the average 16 hours. My vet tech actually said mature cats can sleep 20 hours. Robby is far from mature, so maybe he is just growth spurting. Huh?

Okay, now that I am full of sun-shiney goodwill and energy, off to do my daily chores. Too bad it's high midnight, exactly. Tomorrow at 1:00 I get belated ice cream malt with my friend. BTW, the lunch I brought when my other friend invited me over for lunch, well, she had leftover frozen homemade carrot cake from her son's birthday. She emailed me today that maybe since it was my birthday lunch that I shouldn't have paid for it. But, trust me, the carrot cake but the "C" in birthday cake, it was delicious. I had two pieces. Besides, I told her we were having a mutual bday celebration, since she turned 10 years older than I am over a year ago.

KEM, Who makes all the sense in the world...ahem...