Today was a good day.
Every day is a good day. I choose it to be. The alternative is unacceptable.
Every day is a good day even when there’s too much work, my knee is stiff, and I must cook dinner for the 80 millionth time (slight exaggeration).
Even the day that arrives with unseen pressure lightens when I remember to add to the list of “thank you”.
Every day is a gift that arrives without guarantee… while I sleep. That alone is worthy of thanks.
The sameness and smallness of each new day, brings a million tiny gifts tucked in unexpected places… gifts that really aren’t tiny at all, but blessings so big one 24 hours can’t hold them.
Starting with quiet morning… ending with evening sky… and every good thing in between – – food on the table, a trip to the beach, children at play, a son returned home, tea with a friend, flowers in the garden, coffee, a walk – – all a gift.
Fix your thoughts on what is true and honorable and right. Think about things that are pure and lovely and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise. Keep putting into practice all you learned from me and heard from me and saw me doing, and the God of peace will be with you. Philippians 4:8-9