Some days it’s the quiet.
Other days it’s the noise and fussiness.
Some mornings it’s the unlimited possibilities that await.
Other days it’s the memories from the past.
Some days it’s the delicious food crafted with love.
Other days it’s the burnt ends and food on the go.
Some days it’s the crisp, cool air.
Other days it’s the freshly fallen snow.
Some days it’s the hugs and smiles and sticky fingers.
Other days it’s the silent glimpses of sleeping babies.
Some days it’s the endless games and stories read over and over.
Other days it’s a new park to explore.
Some days it’s the joy in starting a new book.
Other days it’s the contentment in finishing a good story.
Some days it’s putting pen to paper.
Other days it’s waiting for the right words to come.
Some days it’s gathering for worship.
Other days it’s quiet prayers on the go.
Some days it’s bread and wine.
Other days it’s water and word.
Some days it’s offering a smile to a stranger.
Other days it’s receiving a genuine smile.
Some days it’s using my voice to speak for justice.
Other days it’s learning how to listen more deeply.
Some days it’s hours in the car.
Other days it’s the silence found in a chair by the window.
All this and more,
Love and friendship,
Heartache and sorrow,
Joy and hope,
Life and death.
Beauty and truth.
The gifts of life.
All this and more.
Some days full of grace and mercy.
Other days full of love and hope.
God’s love with us always.
Some days and other days.
All this and more.
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