Have you ever had “one of those days”? The one that’s just an accumulation of little things? Of course you have! It’s like being pecked to death by baby robins. You’ll be just as dead, but it will take (cue slo-mo voice) aaaaa looooootttttt loooooonnnnggggeeeerrrr. For anyone having one of “those” days, here’s a prayer for you.




It’s been one of those days.
We woke up late
Because the power was out
So there was no time
And no hot water for showers.
And in the warm fridge, the milk had spoiled
So the kids got zipper bags of cornflakes for breakfast.

The power was out because of a storm in the night
And the driveway was flooded
Which I discovered
When Emma splooshed out into the puddles
In her brand new shoes.

I got Thomas and the baby to the car without mishap
(Except for the pacifier dropped in a puddle),
Only to find the kids had left the windows down on the car.
The seats were soaked.

I scrounged plastic grocery bags from the trunk to sit on.
At least the kids were happy on the way to school.
They really enjoyed their cornflake fight.
As I dropped the kids off,
I turned to wave goodbye,
just in time to see the gum imbedded
in the hair on the back of Thomas’ head.

I dropped the baby off at the sitter.
For a change, he seemed happy to see her.
Maybe it was her hoarse voice
And the way she sneezed in his face
That kept him so entertained.
Hope he enjoys it as much when
It’s his turn.

I got to work and remembered—
the board of directors is visiting!
I tried to sneak in and avoid notice,
Only to catch my shoe on the carpet
And fall up the stairs,
Dramatically illustrating the inefficiency
Of plastic grocery bags as seat covers.


It’s only ten o’clock,
And already I’m exhausted.
Thank you,
That as miserable as this day is,
You will walk every step of is with me.
Thank you for Your strength to rely on
(Since mine is pretty much gone already!)
And thank you that You’ll be waiting for me
At the end of this long, long day.

You’re so nice to come home to.

marcia-headshot-225x300In her childhood and teen years, Marcia Gunnett Woodard immersed herself in reading, almost becoming the characters in the books she read. By her later teens, she had begun to experience the joy and fulfillment in creating a world and drawing the reader in through the use of words. She went on to study English and writing at Indiana Wesleyan University.

Since then, she has enjoyed trying her hand at a variety of writing forms, including fiction, poetry, and scriptwriting. Although she still lives less than 100 miles from her birthplace, she has traveled internationally and shared with groups as near as local school and university groups and as far away as Vladimir, Russia.

When she isn’t writing, she enjoys camping, traveling, sewing, playing word games, and surrounding herself with family (husband, children and grandchildren) and friends (both real and imaginary).

In her own words: “I believe the power of story is one of the strongest forces in the world. Did you know the words parable (a story) and parabola (a geometric arc) have the same origin? I want to use the parabolic arc of story to launch projectiles of truth into barricaded minds and hearts. The upcoming generations are people of story. If I’m going to reach them to become people of The Story, it will most often be through storytelling.”
Connect with Marcia online:
Blog: www.itsallaboutmarcia.blogspot.com
Twitter: @MarGunWoo
Email: m.g.woodard@gmail.com