Another Wednesday in the books, but not just another hump day. I spent much of this Wednesday running out of fingers as I counted my blessings.

A day that pulled back the bedcovers before the sun peeked over the rust-hued trees, then burst open into toothy grins as an epic birthday song played over the stereo to start the work day – complete with air guitar solo by the boss. A day that punched the time clock just past noon, tossed in hiking clothes, and spent the remainder of the day soaking in rays of golden leaf-filtered vitamin D, embarking on an expedition with fearless* mountain climbers. (*There was only one instance of verbalized fear of death on a particularly steep leaf-littered decline. But all party members emerged with life and limb intact.)

And, once again, I considered myself blessed beyond measure, without reserve, and without reason.

And when the day closed with star gazing on a crisp and clear fall evening, I saw a falling star and smiled again as music played on the radio:

With the rising sun
Until the night has come
I will bless Your name
For all that you have done
And hear me say, yes and amen
Tomorrow You’ll be faithful again
And I’ll praise You God, for all you are
And all I am, for You are my portion
Forever, for all there was
And all that is now, and that is to come

“All That Is to Come”, Christy Nockels

Might you, too, be utterly and irrevocably convinced that the One who hung the stars also tenderly and faithfully holds your heart and your future. ❤️