in wyoming? was god any less deserving of my spontaneous praise when i sat on a wooden bench in a dust-coated village than he was when i stood on a hiking trail admiring the mountains in a national park?
when i am happy, am i more blessed than when i am sad?
that’s a lot of questions, and i think the answer to all of them is “no.” my emotions will go up and down depending on the circumstances around me. if i see a beautiful mountain, i will feel awe. if i see a dirty home, i will feel depressed. if i get a job next week, i’m gonna be happy. 