The morning light peeks through the window, glazing the room with gold. My sleepy head and sleepy soul are reminded of mercies new and old. Moments like these are rare. I made it out of bed, coffee in hand, with time to savor the new light. Its fresh tenderness will soon be consumed by creatures and cars, buildings waking, taking over the day with cares and concerns that won’t matter so much by the end. These ordinary moments are what’s extraordinary about life, afforded to all no matter race, ethnicity, gender, or socioeconomic status if one will just open his eyes and look. This is where God speaks. This is my special secret.