And then at night, when the morning love song fades monotone in the distance, traded in cheap for the hum of this reckless day, there is another invitation. Because even though he didn’t clean up as he should have, and even though I forgot grace a little after lunch, and even though I mumbled and misspoke and rolled my eyes for a bit, this life exists because God does. The slowing in the evening to remember is like breathing a Yes with my life, not just my words.

Remembering His faithfulness by night.