For some reason, this morning I awoke with a deep sense of joy in being present on earth, now.
Kissing my wife’s forehead seemed sweeter, singing a song in my heart a friend is writing seemed a gift, and looking forward to seeing the usual crowd today seemed a worthy enterprise for the course of this one day.
I pressed my face to the window I had just lifted the blind on, heard the bustle of traffic on our small main street, and thanked God for a day full of simple gifts ahead.
With war in the world, innocents at risk, and the possibility that the selfish will wrest life from the weak, I expect that in part, my part, is to see the world this way.
