When was the last time you actually took note of how you were walking, how those feet of yours could get you from point A to point B?
When was the last time you suddenly realized that life was a miracle?
When was the last time you stopped a moment to actually get your face real close to a flower and notice the intricate delicacy?
When was the last time you looked at the work you do every day--really looked at it?
When was the last time you really looked at anything?
When was the last time you realized that the desire for love wasn't a curse, but a gift?
When was the last time you filled up with eager expectancy of the two-fold happily ever after God is waiting to give you: here on earth, and in Heaven?
When was the last time you treated love as a miracle, and not a right?
When was the last time you looked up at God and saw a Father--the kind of father we all want?
When was the last time you obeyed Him, not because "He said so." but because you loved Him?
When was the last time you put your all in His hands, not because you had to, but because you suddenly saw life--and Him--for what it all was?
When was the last time you lived... really lived?
