As I sat down to write tonight, I paused, reflecting, and pressed shuffle play on my Mustard Seed playlist. "Good to be Alive." Perfect. Nothing deep or profound to report today, but the average, getting stuff done kind of day is totally okay now and again. It's just good to be alive. I give thanks for being able to escape to dance when my heart was pained earlier today. I give thanks for good blisters - the kind that just hang out painlessly on the bottoms of my feet after Zumba-ing barefoot. I give thanks for family game night and good-natured sass and taunting that accompany "Oh P'shaw," or "Oh H-e-double-hockey-sticks," as my grandma would call it.
Today, God, thank you for blessing my life with an average day. For waking me up with your light, for letting me find solace in your presence and in the company of your children, for simple pleasures.
Like Jason Gray sings, "I wanna live like there's no tomorrow, love like I'm on borrowed time. It's good to be alive." Amen, sir.
No comments:
Post a Comment