I could be frustrated today. I could look at all the things that require my attention, that shouldn’t. I could choose to be concerned and focus on things that are just not right.
I could do that. And I often do.
But today I want to consider the beauty of the day. It doesn’t matter within its beauty what weather we are experiencing, it doesn’t matter what is ahead.
What matters is now and what I choose to do with it. I can choose to praise my God. To be glad I am alive, that my senses work and that there is so much good for them to rejoice in. I can rejoice. I can look at what is good and allow myself to be filled with the wonder of that. I can look out my window and know that there are things greater than me, beyond my ken, and that I am not confined, even though I am sometimes convinced that I am.
I can decide that the breeze is just wonderful and the sunshine just enough and the things that await me are my challenges to grow and my priviledge to enjoy.
I can rest in the beauty of the day, and its light.
And I can have that light every day. If I choose.