Today, I’m so grateful for the small things:
I get to spend a little time helping in my son’s first grade class.
I woke up at 0415 instead of 0215.
I’m breathing.
I get to do our grocery shopping.
I don’t have to go to work and I’m not on call.
David’s football game is at 10 and I have time for men’s group.
God loves me as I am, right now, and not as I should be.
My beard has a lot of gray in it. Each hair is more time I’ve lived and laughed and loved.
A Work in Progress 