it's going to be a great day

it's going to be a great day.

say it outloud.

now say it again.

with enthusiasm.

it's going to be a great day!

forget everything else you have to do today and keep saying it.

say it until it becomes a habit. until it's your first reaction to every day. until you wake up thinking it. say it so much that your thoughts turn to beliefs.

stay in the habit of joy. of knowing that no matter what the day brings, God will bring you through it.

He's done it before. He will do it again.

today is going to be a great day. it's God's day.

He made it for you. He made it for me.

believe it.

and watch it come to pass.

"this is the day the Lord has made. let us rejoice and be glad in it." Psalm 118:24

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