Reminders.

Everyday, God reminds me that the things He has put in my life are good things. Most of the time, I miss those reminders, but I managed to notice a few this past week: cool mud on clean skin, twists and turns in meandering mountain paths, mosquito kisses reiterating happenings from home. The biggest reminder, I think, was the group of people I was with. We chatted, we mused, we prayed, and we reminded one another of what it means to be blessed blessings by telling and retelling accounts of a partially perceived grace.