Afterword

Every breath’s a battle between grudgery and gratitude. Holy One of blessing, Your presence fills the Universe. Your presence fills me. The greatest of poems is an inventory. –Chesterton

I continue to make my list. Some days are a lot harder than others. So true that some days–some moments– it’s an absolute battle to be filled with gratitude. Truth be told, the path of stress, fear, anxiety, and complaining is so well traveled in my soul that establishing a new path of gratitude is going to take an awfully sharp machete…