Everyday is a day of meaning.
Little things surfacing here are there are enough to either make it clueless or meaningful.
Escaping the ritual of early morning quietness, that calmness that seems to bring you before God, looks like a small oversight yet it is enough to turn the whole day to a dry, tasteless routine. Things may even be better than yesterday but there is no sense of wonder, no otherworldly attraction, the divine touch is wanting, you are gasping…
The Psalmist says to be still and know that I am God…obviously channeling a divine conversation to every race of humanity. When you begin your day with that indispensable pause, plunging into the ocean of the greatness of God, you are lifted beyond human measure and whatever comes your way in the day only takes the shape of the grace in you.
Like the image above, when the little comma takes its place in your sentence, ‘meaning’ changes for you instantly; and instead of you to be a victim, you express the fortitude of a victor.