Sometimes I wonder why I bother, then I awaken to a new day, and I’m blessed with the gift of life. It’s a new chance, a new beginning, a clean slate. I’ve been handed a blank canvas, and paints of many colors, but one holds the shadows of blackness. I can choose this or that, but I have to take my eyes off the darkness long enough to get a glimpse of the colors. It isn’t in the design or strokes we make. It’s in the many colors we choose that we see the worthiness of the gift we’ve been given. How I choose to live my day will determine if I kneel at my bedside and give thanks for my new awakening or simple pull the covers over my head as if I’d never gotten up.
It’s all in the choose.