For sunshine and 66 degrees, I am grateful.
For peace in the midst of mystifying my doctor– losing my voice with beautiful vocal cord function– I give thanks.
For a microphone that makes me look like an aerobics instructor or pop star, depending on who you ask, provided by the school district for my teaching amplification, I am glad.
Because Jesus died but didn’t stay dead, I am alive, too. That makes everything else look like small potatoes.