Even In This

I’ve learned to say thank You in the hush of the morning, when light slips in like grace through half-open blinds. I’ve learned to say thank You when the ache doesn’t lift, when prayers feel unanswered but peace still whispers in. For the laughter and the lack, the quiet wins and the quiet waits, I trace gratitude like a bow on every ordinary day. Because You are still good in the breaking and the bloom. And even in this— I give thanks.