I am grateful to see a bird soar, wings extended and still.

I am grateful to taste the juice of an orange segment.

I am grateful to hear the beauty of a silent morning.

I am grateful to smell morning coffee or a waft of bacon frying.

I am grateful to witness a new friendship being formed right before my eyes.

I am grateful to walk up and down stairs.

I am grateful to be able to read.

I am grateful that although I never took typing in school, I can type.

I am grateful that when I need a break, I can go downstairs and play the piano.

I am grateful for my glasses in order to see clearly again.

I am grateful for lotion in the wintertime.

I am grateful that the very first words I heard yesterday morning were “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

I am grateful for a phone call from my sister and my daughter yesterday.

I am grateful for a new birthday pillow that was chosen just for us by Michelle.

I am grateful to have been serenaded by five grandchildren for my birthday via video.

I am grateful for birthday emails from Ron and Dwight.

I am grateful for emails and text messages from CBA friends and students.

I am grateful for one more day of sun before winter really arrives at our door.

I am grateful for bad dreams that are only dreams and not reality any longer.

And I am grateful for this song, playing on my internal jukebox today. I can hear Carolyn Porter on the piano, Josephine Thornburg, Shirley Pendergrass, Roy Quick, and Mom in my ear:

Every day with Jesus
Is sweeter than the day before
Every day with Jesus
I love Him more and more.
Jesus saves and keeps me
And He’s the one I’m waiting for
Every day with Jesus
Is sweeter than the day before