The title was words that an Industrial artist named Scott Albert screamed into a microphone about 7 years ago. Whether you scream into a mic like Scott did or you allude to it as Bill Mallonee does with comparing our lives to living in a terminal ward, these are days I feel it.

I want to be perfect, but find myself constantly not. It’s only by grace (and boy do I need it) that I’m allowed to breath and that I’m being renewed from the inside by the God who created me. These are days that I’m just thankful for that.

–pete