Today was supposed to be a hectic day.
It was one of those days when there was no white space on the calendar, and there were going to be a few times where I would have to be more than one place at once, and I couldn't figure out how on earth or where or when on the space-time continuum my family would eat dinner. It was not going to be a bad day. But a busy one.
So I prayed this morning, almost absentmindedly, "God, help me through this day."
This evening I realized that today was fine. It was a normal, pleasant day. Everyone was where they needed to be when they needed to be. Much of the day even felt relaxed. And I not only made dinner, but I had time to make dessert just for the heck of it. (Strawberry-rhubarb crisp, thank you Vermont Valley Farm.) How did that happen?
I think I owe God some gratitude.
Today turned out so okay that I almost didn't realize it. I suspect there have been a million other days when I woke up and said, "God, help me through this day," so He did...and I didn't even notice.
So I am acknowledging the little miracle of today. And all the days.
