I thank God for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. What does this mean? It means I am an original masterpiece.
I'm alive. That my body aches when I crawl out of bed matters not. I breathe. I don't want to take life for granted, and not acknowledge the craftsmanship that has gone into my being. I want to make today a day to be thankful. It's a workday, so what, more snow, even better, I have a cold, but I inhale and exhale. That in itself is a miracle.