|L'Ile de la Cite viewed from the Pont des Arts|
|L'Ile de la Cite in the middle of the Seine|
|Door- one of Paris' thousands (millions?) of extraneous bits of beauty|
|Underside of the Pont de Bir-Hakeim (pedestrian/metro bridge)|
|A fountain of clean sparkling water backdropped by perfect blue sky|
|My biggest blessings about to cross the river|
I'm convinced that life is the same way. God is good-- lavishly, extravagantly so. He spills out kindness from His very being; it just overflows everywhere. Everything He does is poetry, art; nothing is wasted, nothing is random, nothing is left out. He does everything on purpose-- and He does everything well. Reading One Thousand Gifts has helped me to remember this and to seek opportunities for thanksgiving in the "mundane."