“The Lord is good to all: and his tender mercies are over all his works.”
Some mornings, as you walk by the glass doors leading onto the deck, you notice a bumblebee sleeping in a zinnia.
Maybe this happens a lot, to a lot of people. Maybe it’s not anything special or extraordinary.
It was special and extraordinary to me.
Do we accept wonders when they come?
Would we be given more of them if we did?
Perhaps they are all around us all the time and we just aren’t seeing them.
On this morning, my eyes were open and I beheld a small wonder. A tender mercy.