Last night I picked up my son from the airport. His flight arrived at 11:37 p.m., an hour late. He had been in Flagstaff at a high-elevation running camp. (That detail is totally beside the point, but I included it because I think it’s cool). Anyway, after collecting luggage and then eating at Steak ‘n Shake after midnight, I was ready for bed at 1:00 a.m.

At 7:10 this morning I texted my friend Lois, “I’m pulling myself out of bed and pushing myself to church. See you there.”

The only reason why I’m bringing this up is because this morning, had I slept in, I would have missed hearing one of my all-time favorite songs, Amazing Grace. I needed that song today, and every day. Maybe you do too.