Brown Scrunchies

It was just after six in the morning and my eyes were still half shut.  The bathroom lights might have as well have been a thousand candle power as I looked for a brown scrunchi.  Most days black would have been just fine but today I was wearing brown.  And I know “they” say the “black with brown” rule is passé -- but not to me.
So I was searching for one of two brown scrunchies and I found one, quickly.  And as my barely cognizant mind praised God for His gift, I was struck anew with how easy it is to take so many of God’s gifts for granted.  So much so that we don’t even identify them as blessings anymore.  The ability to speak.  The blessing of being taught to read and do simple math.  The beauty of sunrise.
How many brown scrunchies can you count today?