My pleasure in the day has returned. I can't sort through the reasons and come up with the right one, but it had something to do with being included, and sharing, and being a part of a whole.
There are days I wonder if I had the right to bring my children into this world. (Look at all the problems: Kids deal with much more stuff in this generation. Kids grow up faster. Politics, environment, and wars have made the Earth worse.)
I often look out the window and I see an ordinary world. Ordinary trees, ordinary grass, ordinary blue sky, hardly changing from one year to the next. Though most never see it, those of us with any sense know that an extraordinary force began all of this. Sometimes, once in a great while, an ordinary person is allowed to see that extraordinary force.
We can't always understand why God chooses the vessel he chooses. When He does choose a vessel, we'd better listen to the message.