I have been conducting an "exercise of gratitude" -- in which I look for little things throughout my day that make me smile, sing, and thank my heavenly Father. When possible, I've been snapping a photo of these small gifts in my day.

Sometimes I feel like my life is as fragile as a web. And as unnoticeable. But it is a web intricately spun by the Master Designer, and when the light of His countenance shines upon it, that web will glisten bright and beautiful.
With mercy and with judgment
My web of time He wove,
And aye, the dews of sorrow
And aye, the dews of sorrow
Were lustered with His love;
I’ll bless the hand that guided,
I’ll bless the hand that guided,
I’ll bless the heart that planned
When throned where glory dwelleth
When throned where glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.
(Anne R. Cousin)
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