I hesitated over my morning prayer today: Thank you for this beautiful day; help me to use it well. I looked out the window at the unending Iowa rain and thought, “How can I say this is beautiful?” This is dreary and a little scary. I am not thankful for it. Not. At. All. But then I realized that the beauty for which I give thanks is in the day itself—the people I cherish, the meaning of the work I do, the amazing resilience of my body, the fact that I am healthy right now. This is a prayer, after all, and not a weather report. So, I said it: Thank you for this beautiful day; help me to use it well.