Some mornings even a breath is enough to marvel. It's enough that the sun is streaming in the window and dishes are clinking breakfast below, and for the past hours of unconsciousness my body knew to keep on its cycle. And I wake to this view of all the other miracle-made humans that God interjected my life with to shape who I am. God has been undeniably good to me.
And all of a sudden, a new day is a thing of beauty. a thing to live fully and soak in deeply. Because He who didn't spare His own Son in His insistent love for us has also given us mornings, fresh and unmarked. He's given us the most basic and profound blessings, and then some. No, and then immeasurably more. Spend today counting.
"Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love, that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days."
“To live at all is miracle enough.”