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early every morning, on the way to school,
my three-year-old daughter shouts from
the backseat, "Wook at the sky, mom!"
The orange-pink glow of the sky is uniquely
beautiful, a view that captivates us as we take the
exit for Enterprise Boulevard and turn onto a pot-
hole riddled street lined with gorgeous hundred-
year-old oak trees.
Mesmerized by the sunrise, Rose will often
tell me how much she loves looking at the sky.
Blissfully unaware of the sun, my four-month-
old daughter, Clare, babbles, screams, or sleeps
in her car seat, while I, driving, sip my hopefully
still warm coffee and marvel at the majesty of this
mundane moment.
That we have a sunrise to gaze upon at all
is a miracle. That we notice and appreciate it
is another miracle, too. And that we have the
chance to be here, with beating hearts, and buzz-
ing brains – miraculous as well.
We exist.
What a profound thing to say.
We are here. Existing. Breathing. Learning.
Speaking. Choosing. Loving. Living.
And each moment of this life, the mundane
moments, the overwhelming ones, those out of
the ordinary, or the ones simple as can be, are
moments wherein we can recall the majesty,
grandeur, and goodness of the creator who gives
and sustains this life. ⊲
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DENVER CATHOLIC | FEBRUARY 2021
Goodness of
Creation
