It’s often in these early-morning hours, when there’s light before the sun, that I’m overwhelmed with gratitude for my little family, my little life. So in love with the minis God’s given us, supremely grateful for my husband, embracing this little duplex that’s now been our home longer than any other. On mornings like this – the smell of last night’s rain coming through the windows, birds already busy, the morning train rumbling by to the south – I feel keenly the mercies ‘new every morning’. His compassions, they fail not. I know it at this hour. I’ll take the good and the bad and the mundane and do it all over again. Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me.