a harvest of gratitude

. . . I don’t mean just the big THANKS. I mean the little thanks — for everyday things. The things that we have to dig into to find a reason for being grateful. It’s a whole lot harder than it appears.


My head is full of time. Time to rest. Time travel. Time too quickly past. Time renewed on a single day. It is a strange business, this marking of time. Time is human measure. The rising and setting sun a gift to finite minds from an infinite God whose days are a thousand years. A reminder …