While driving in the car today, Jamie Grace's A Beautiful Day came on the radio. As it ended, Naomi piped up, "Jamie Grace is perfect for this beautiful day," (which I quickly recognized was her way of saying that Jamie's lyrics were perfect for this day). She was right. It was a beautiful day. The weather was lovely and with our windows rolled down, we were enjoying it even from inside our car. But it was more than that.
We had full bellies and more food at home. We had a home to return to. We had a car to get us from point A to point B. We had friends with whom we could share in celebration of coming babies and birthdays. We had the freedom to openly participate in our church.
Yes, I had a headache but I was alive to experience it.
Yes, the girls challenged me and had their moments of bad behavior, but we were together.
Yes, Drew was out of town (for the third week in a row), but he was coming home this afternoon (and wouldn't be heading out again for nearly a month).
We had had the chance to help and serve; we had the opportunity to share; we had the ability to work and to play. And above all, we had been given another day to praise and honor our God and Heavenly Father.
It was, indeed, a beautiful day.
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