Beyond All Splendor

It's 2:19am.

It’s sixty degrees with just a hint of a breeze. And all I can smell is spring, and LIFE, as I sit here in my tattered tee on my fifth floor windowsill, looking out to survey my glorious view from atop this mountain.
The only things I hear are the birds chirping, and I have reasoned that they must just be as happy as me—simply ecstatic to be alive.
I am so thankful to be here. To witness such beauty and be overcome by all the rich blessings I have been given.
From the twinkling lights of the life below my city on a hill, to the splendor of this rich night sky, to the vastness of the land set before me, to the feelings that overwhelm me—I am SO small.
Oh God, let me never forget how marvelous you are. How mighty, how merciful, and how loving. You are rich beyond all splendor.