Every morning we are reminded that God himself renews every morning and remakes the world, every morning we are invited by our ancestors who first wrote these prayers to open our eyes to wonders of God. A miracle is not, as I once learned, something that has no other explanation, for in the end all things tend to have their explanation and the jaded heart can find a mundane reason for everything. Rather, the miracle is the seeing ofGod's hand in everything, especially the very ordinary. This is what life is made of anyway. We are invited to see the mriacles he creates everyday, rather that be blind and callous and say that we will acknowldge God, acknowledge the spiritual, change our ways, open out hearts only when God attempts to get our attention, if he does. We reshift our minds every morning and pray that we be drawn to the Torah so that our hearts be changed. Every morning we repent, we renew, we encoutner God anew. I find the people I have dealth with will deal with the fireinds andfamily I shake my head over, going through my mind s I pray. I find all the work I must do in the day going through my head, being blessed and sanctified. The events of the day pass through the fingers of my mind like rosary beads, common and often unlovely things now prayed over and suddenly sanctified.
Oh, Lord the Soul you made in me is a pure one. You have blessed. Amen.
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