I Owe A Morning Song

As I was sitting at a coffee shop with my favorite cup of brew the words to an old song came to mind, a song I hadn’t thought of in years.  “I owe the Lord a morning song of gratitude and praise for the kind mercies He has shown in length’ning out my days”.  Yesterday I was really feeling the weight and heaviness of the days we are living in.  The horrors of Afghanistan, the desperation in Cuba, draught and water shortages in California, flooding in the northeast, climate change, wildfires and destruction, Inequality and the lack of basic justices, accessibility to affordable housing, corporate greed, division, insecurity, and friends dying of covid.  All of it was making me a bit crazy and so in the midst of all that comes the encouragement to be grateful.  So here we go; I am grateful for a journal and a pen that writes, for friends that have stood the test of time, those who speak truth to me even when it’s uncomfortable, my wife and her love of the ocean.  I’m grateful for those who share with me good books, cultural differences that enrich us all, good wine and friends to enjoy a glass with, food of the nations, an old Bible with notes from its previous owners, space to be and to listen, Hope, family both biological and chosen, Life, and the Giver of that life.  Thank you!  Gracious! Cnacnbo! (Spasiba!)