The gray mist creates silhouettes of the trees in the distance.  The white sky above them seems without dimension. A black bird flies across it quickly, as if suddenly aware of how he contrasts, and is unwittingly the center of attention. There are times when all seems dull, and the smaller things in life, typically ignored, seem magnified. Dull moments can bring forth what's hidden underneath and give air time to that which is taken for granted. Nothing in God's creation, or our lives, is meaningless.

What do you take for granted? What would happen if you gave honor to it?