Beloved, what does it mean for us to cherish every hour? Can we truly be that attentive, that open-hearted, that vulnerable? Yes, we know: blessings are not without our effort and our responsibilities. Every day is a day at the Zarqa, wrestling wonderment. Every day, the river changes. Every hour sings, "choose me." Beloved, how do we do this? How do we cherish every hour? Maybe we begin with a breath, a moment, surprised by wonderment, the gates on our hearts thrown open once again. Every day is a day at the Jabbok, wrestling surprising joy. Every day, the waters of life change. Every minute dances, inviting us to choose that moment, fully attentive, fully awake. May we begin with a breath, and carry on with faith, risking vulnerability, staying open-hearted, awe before us, below us, behind us, beneath us, above us, so that wherever we pass, awe is our wake and waking. Every day is a day at the crossing point, where the life that really matters is. Every day changes. Every heart answers the best it can. May we cherish this day, the wonderment, the wrestling, the choosing, the creating, the being in love with this life, now and again now and again. Amen.