I had a very bad day yesterday. Without burdening you readers with details, it was one of the worst days ever. On the long drive home, I stopped and got a bag of orange slices, something I used to eat as a kid. Comfort food, if you will. It was an exceptionally fresh bag and biting into the first one was a taste delight. I savored that tangly orange taste for the longest time as I went down the interstate, and was conscious of one of life’s lessons – that no matter what, God gives us tiny delights to remind us of his love. We may have to take the time to notice, but look, and they are there.