All that we behold is full of blessings.
From the time my alarm goes off in the morning to my last conscious act of the day—which is flipping on a fan next to my bed because I love me some white noise—I am grateful for modern conveniences. They make life better.
I love being able to blur the difference between night and day with a little incandescent magic. I love listening to whatever music I want in my house, in my car, in my ear buds. I love staying in touch with people far away.
I love my appliances.
I love indoor plumbing and being able to access hot water whenever I want. I love cleaning products that have superpowers. I love my wheat grinder and ice maker. I love my toaster and my Kitchenaid.
I love Google maps.
I love airplane travel and high speed internet and automatic transmission. I love being able to put books on hold at the library from my laptop. I love texting Jill across the street because that’s way too far to walk. I love being able to flip a switch and watch my gas fireplace flare into action.
I love my iPhone.
I love my furnace and the thermostat that regulates the temperature without me having to think about it. I love fountain drinks. I love disposable paint rollers, disposable diapers, disposable napkins and paper plates.
I love digital cameras. I love sticking Adam and Braeden’s dress shirts in the dryer for a quick tumble instead of ironing them. I love drive-thrus. I love my vacuum.
I love antibiotics and allergy medicine.
I love the NICU that saved my niece’s and nephew’s lives. I love insulin that keeps my brother alive. I love vaccines.