Last night I slept. This morning I woke up. I didn’t will myself to sleep and I had no control of my waking up. I had no control of when my heart first started beating. I had no control over it as I slept. Even now as I’m awake, as I place my left hand on my chest to feel the rhythm, I still have no control over it. It continues to beat. Some say it’s science. Well, you can use that to explain the mechanics of it, but the origin? Nah. It’s beyond that.  I’m a living breathing miracle. Intentionally created by a magnificent Creator. Not by chance, not by accident. It’s a fact bigger than and beyond me.