Every day of my life. You give your meaning to these words that cut such a wide swath that resonate for you, and I will give mine, which do the same for me.
I thought you were a rational type? Or did I misunderstand you?
I find the words sufficiently vague and ambiguous, that I chose to give them a metaphorically meaning. Every morning that I wake up for yet one more chance to savor another day is like being "bathed in prayer." The fewer days you have left, the more precious each one becomes. Is this parlance common currency among evangelicals or something?