Expressing gratitude seems like a cosmic invitation for all kinds of thankfulness and appreciation to pour in.

It is (often) the quiet gesture which carries the most significance - the one which suddenly directs the symphony.

Plant the seeds of your dreams and weed all the objections out.

Who were you before you put yourself last.

How is it that one rails against that which is nearly a certainty?

Intentions are a lot like seeds. You shove them into the ground, and every once in awhile, you water them. Largely, the seed does most of the work on its own. If, on one hand, you were digging the seed up several times a day to see what progress was being made, the seed would not take purchase in the soil. On the other hand, if you completely ignored it, giving no water or nourishment to the soil, the seed might not thrive.

I recognize the delivery of grace to my day, even if I cannot identify a specific return address.