Some mornings I see it clear… the miracle that is today.
Some mornings I know for certain that this day will never come again.
Some mornings I feel the eternal in my mundane.
Some mornings I’m profoundly aware of the God who made me.
And it takes my breath.
On those days, I live my moments like they matter,
…because indeed they do.
Praying for one of those days for you and for me my friends…