Every Day

Everyday I look around; I try to remember the places that He has take us that brought us here, in this moment. So often I find myself with blinders on, as I try to explain away the miracles.

All gifts are from above, so why try to find another answer?

Everyday, I try to remind myself of my purpose, of my destiny for being created. Hand picked for this job and that. Everyday I try to see Him, His hand in my life.

I look for Him in the wind, in the joy, and in everyday things.

Sometimes it's hard.

Everyday that I am here: with this family, these children, my wonderful husband--is a blessing.

Oh to learn to count it as such... every day!

(Written as a part of The Gypsy Mama's Five Minute Fridays)