We are mostly unaware of the things we take for granted— by their nature, it is so. Just how good things are for us, it would seem, comes from the things we complain about. I complain, you complain, but if it's not about where one's next meal is coming from, then I would consider said one rather blessed.... The thing I have learned through the course of my days is how to be satisfied with what I have just here, just now; and it's sometimes easy to forget how to do this. By no means, I am not saying not to want more, for great things have become what they are because of this instinct, but realize that when you get more, you may be the less satisfied for all that having. Things are funny that way.
The Lord works in strange and mysterious ways, but every once in a while, you glimpse just what He's trying to say to you. Just for a second, and you understand why — and then it goes, almost as if it never was. Almost. Sometimes, it is the faintest things that are the most clearly remembered. On the one hand, there are those who walk among wondrous sights blind to all they see, even with their eyes wide open. Then, there are times when walking down a street you've walked down every day, there is newness, a fascination. You sense for one solemn moment that there is so much beauty around us, even in a single breath: the clear cold air under a winter night sky.
