Father, the moments I spend with you, the giggles of children who smile back or play peek-a-boo, the admiration of those august adults we call elder statesmen, the kind tender encouraging words of a good woman, helping up the fallen, healing before the eyes of those who do not yet know God, worship in full voice that those around may see my Love and Relationship with You, that moment when someone’s resolve break’s down and they surrender all to Grace, a quiet moment with Saints in fellowship and breaking bread and a world that realizes its kinship to Almighty God, Creator of the Universe.
Strength, when I have none and joy when I am in trouble or punished by painful circumstance. Confident discussion with love and respect that allows all to be valued, heard and yet leads to consensus thinking regarding higher ideals. Walks in the woods or prairie, wherever God’s Creation reminds me of His Love for all. Dancing to a beat only heard by me in a language that only I speak and somehow being understood by some people who get you. Seeing young people realize their stride as they go out into a world armed with the courage and poise of faith. Old women or men singing the tunes in harmony that sponsored a safe, curious and prosperous nation. Delightful days and warm comfortable nights spent inside blanketed by the deep snows of Colorado’s Winter or surprising Spring snowfall. Taking a ride with the wind testing the aerodynamics of my cranium whether on motorcycle or peddling my best up or downhill.
Dreams, daydreams being best, but treasuring the visits of God’s choosing in the middle of the night. Wonderful, glorious unselfish giving to those who least expect or deserve it and tremendous joy when those who do deserve it are awarded through God’s obvious blessing. Old ladies who cook like no body’s business. Farm land and pastures where farmers give all that we might have some. Dogs, who wait at the window for a brief whisper or engine sound indicating your arrival. Life in all its abundant fantastery.
Thank you Lord for all these precious things here and the thought that I get to be with you forever after I enjoy all that you have given. In Jesus’ Precious and Mighty Name, Forever and Ever, Amen.
awrkhakhaya 
These words sparked and brought such beautiful imagery back into my mind. Thoughts and happy tears of my “old fashioned, Midwestern upbringing”. I was blessed to be that young woman who cooked up a storm, baked my own bread, canned, preserved, braided garlic, hung onions and herbs for the winter. I appreciated all that God provided in such abundance around me. Looking at lines of jars filled with all the varied colors of fruit and produce now say cooling on counter tops, ready to store and enjoy on a future date. What a rewarding experience. That job well done feeling inside! I was as happily far from the norm then, as I am now.
Thank you for bringing those memories back to my mind. I can almost feel the breeze on my face, while driving down dusty roads that were flanked by rows of corn or freshly plowed fields on my way to purchase or trade eggs and raw milk from my favorite farms.
Have a Blessed day!
Memories, especially those with the scent of dirt, animal stink, forest, bread or meadow, how do they give us abundant joy simply reminding us of the experience of yesteryear. That is the mystery of God that we can revisited the emotional state of them moment, reliving so to say that day or august night. For me, the range of smells and memories is so diverse, from hay to the smell of diesel fuel for the tractor or the hot asphalt roads in summer. Life is meant to be appreciated and enjoyed and I am so pleased to hear that some manner of my expression has reminded you of that joy in your own treasure past. Be Blessed by Almighty God in a wonderful way, everyday, in Jesus’ Name.
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