Everything is broken, but everything is beautiful.  The brokenness runs through us all.

I wake up and life is wonderful.  I thank God.

I wake up and everything is in ruins.  I can’t bring myself to thank him.

Yet I cling to life, and I am learning to be thankful to be breathing.

It all feels so short, and yet there is privilege in being alive.

The briefest of moments is a gift.

The longest of loves is a gift.

Awake, alive again, I start another day.