It’s a miracle that despite all my mistakes, my life has been preserved for so long.
It’s a miracle that I have a partner who—despite my innumerable flaws—thinks I’m worth keeping around.
It’s a miracle that I have trees in my backyard that are two hundred years old and create shade and works of art for me to behold.
It’s a miracle that I can pick up a phone and talk to people all over the world.
It’s a miracle that I can use my mind and create thoughts never before recorded in the history of the world.
It’s a miracle that I have children and grandchildren to love.
It’s a miracle that I can stand on my dock and watch fish, trees, insects, flowers, birds, and clouds in the sky as I feel the surface gently undulate beneath my feet.
It’s a miracle that God loves and guides me despite my ingratitude and foolishness.
It’s a miracle that despite a lifetime of abusing my joints I can walk and swing an ax.
It’s a miracle that I can write books, emails, and more on electronic devices that enable me to cut, paste, save, edit, and send words and thoughts around the world with astonishing ease.
It’s a miracle that food is not only sustaining but can taste delicious.
It’s a miracle that the eye can see such a variety of colors, shapes, and patterns.
Why be surrounded by miracles and not see them?
