I felt grateful today, which is weird because I usually don't. I'm working on that.
I'm grateful for that tree up the street.
Forgive me for when I fail to notice your presence, like the glorious colors of all the trees I pass on my morning runs. Somehow I just now noticed, sorry about that.
Be with all those who are also unaware of your presence. I think there might be a lot of us.
Even the stones cry out, but somehow we're deaf to their singing your praises.
How can I live in Colorado and not be struck stupid by your artistry every single day?
Grant that I might escape self-absorbtion long enough to see the beauty that surrounds me.
In Jesus' name,