It’s Monday, and Mondays are for thank you’s …
#419 … that I am a chosen vessel, cracked but not leaking, chipped but not shattered, scratched but still usable.
#421 … that You have given me such a simple guide to living as You would have me live – three little verses in the Bible, spelled out so clearly – L.O.V.E.
#422 … that You first taught Paul, and he taught me, what now stands as the base of my life.
#423 … for that church at Corinth that was so messed up they probably required way more than two letters. If they hadn’t been so unruly we would not have the love verses.
#424 … for those men who thousands of years ago divided the Old Testament into chapter and verse, and who 500 years ago added numbers – so we can find stuff – without a computer.
#425 … that rejoicing in the truth of what God has done, and is doing, from the smallest of things to the greatest – giving thanks – is part of love.
#426 … that yesterday as clouds won the battle with the blue of sky….
and the rain was hard, and heavy, and the raindrops were enormous…
I decided to take a long, slow, walk in it…
and in the steady rain I was refreshed and reminded of Your miracles.
#427 … the miracle that is rain itself, transporting the most vital element to physical life – carried across thousands of miles and dropped like manna.
#428 … for the plants that breathe in what would kill us and breathe out what we need to live.
#429 … for the thin veil of atmosphere, and the molten core causing the magnetic field critical for life, and the tilty-ness of the planet, and the rotation – all essential for life.
#430 … for the perfectly sized Sun, and gigantic planets with immense gravity that suck up so much of what would hit and devastate us.
#431 … for just that one big moon, the perfect size and distance away from the planet, without which human life would be impossible.
#432 … that this planet is nestled in the just the right spot of the solar system, and the solar system positioned at just the right point of the galaxy, not the outskirts where it would be exposed to the ravages of the violence of space, not in the center where it’s too bright, too hot, but on the edge of a band of the Milky Way, with a clear view of the rest of the universe.
#433 … that none of this cries out “random chance” – but design.
#434 … that all of science points to You. It’s only the wildest of unproven theory that says maybe there’s another planet out there that might possibly sustain human life.
#435 … that this all started with a walk in the rain, just a sopping, happy walk through raindrops dripping from clouds.
#436 … that above the clouds,
no matter how dark,