Yesterday morning was one of the best mornings I can remember in quite some time.
I got to sleep in longer than most days, and when I finally woke up to the soft sunlight seeping through the bedroom blinds, I felt rested.
After waking up, my wife Sarah and I went to church together. It was an outdoor service, and the air was a warm 70 degrees, with clouds providing shade and a light breeze working its way through the trees, bringing the smell of of spring off of the morning’s fresh dew.
The church message was one of those that isn’t always fun to hear, but one that you need to hear, and we were surrounded by friends and a community, all hearing the same message, which seems to make those types of messages ring truer - when you hear them with your family.
The morning rounded off with Sarah and I checking out a new barbecue restaurant near our house. We ate outside on the patio, sharing a plate of delicious food, while each sipping on a summer cocktail, and it was in those moments that I realized how great that morning had been. How much it had been needed. How special the good days feel.
I’m not sure that it’s all that interesting for you to read about my Sunday morning, but I felt like I needed to reflect on it and share it. Not to say, “i’m better than you,” or “look how good my life is,” but to wish the same to for you - that the good days will come and when they do, that you can sit in those small moments and smile, knowing how much of a gift they are because for some reason, the hard days always stand out more. But let that not be true. Remember the good ones.
-Cliff
Cliff’s note: Remember the good days.