There are so many moments in a day that go by, unappreciated and insignificant. There are times that we may be angry with God or our lives for the way things have turned out. I have always believed that everything that happens to us holds a lesson, and is allowed to touch us for a purpose. It is up to us to find that purpose. Yesterday I was told that we are often thankful for the things that are good in our lives, but we never think to thank God for the bad things that haven’t occurred. 

One thing that I never fail to appreciate: as my baby curls up on my chest to sleep, or touches my face lightly with his tiny fingers, or I see the roundness of his cheeks from behind that I know is a large grin, and of course when I hold him against me and feel his soft breath and the thudding of his small heart I am filled with gratitude for the perfection of his physical being. With the multitude of things that can go wrong when a human is created; the number of complex processes that much take place in his body to cause each sweet exhale and the every thunderous heartbeat, he is whole. He is sound. He has been made perfectly, and fearfully, and wonderfully. It brings to mind this passage:

“I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;   your works are wonderful, I know that full well.” (Psalm 139:14)

I need nothing else to convince me that God is good.