Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. -James 1:17
And so when I look at my life
My day
I tend to say
"Oh my marraige, and my kids, and well, I am breathing..."
When the reality is
In all actuality
"I opened my eyes this morning.
I stood from my bed, feet sturdy and
I walked downstairs, in this house that I live in.
I made myself some toast, because I have food to eat.
The toast didn't burn, and I had butter to spread across the top.
I took my two happy and healthy children to school,
A place they love and where they learn, in my car that runs perfectly
And looks cute too. I went for a jog where I was able to observe
Some of the littlest miracles in creation. I saw a green and yellow spotted
Caterpiller, something so little and simple, yet certainly not simple
At all. I moved so that my heart beat sped up, and oxygen and blood and
muscles all worked in accord with each other perfectly. I drank water.
It was clean and flavored with lemons that you made to grow
On trees. And here I am, writing, inspired to create,
Aware of how completely ridiculous I am
Most of the time....
And yet still you love me- and you remind me
That "everything good" means
Everything.
And I haven't even made it to lunch.
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