Celebrate the routine wonders and they will dazzle you.
It's cold outside, but there is a warm bed with blankets waiting in here.
There are friends who hear, friends who listen, and friends who care. Some of them you even know their names.
The evening is filled with rain, but the food is hot and it goes down easily, with family gathered round.
There are children whose feet itch to take them new places, and like birds preparing to spread their wings, they are lacing their shoes and getting ready to grow.
Feel the magic of touch. There are fingers that brush your arm, a hand that holds your own.
Listen to the music. It can sing with a choir, strum a banjo, or call like an archangel with a trumpet. The familiar tune becomes surprising and strange with a new arrangement.
Tell stories. They entertain and entice, they inform and they intervene. Cinderella comes to the ball a hundred years late, after an unfortunate accident with her carriage. Azaka shows up at the party and is horrified when he sees what's become of his beautiful garden.
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases. His mercies never come to an end. They are new every morning.
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