A sun-dappled path, a bit of mud for fun, the confidential whispering of trees.
Strong legs and lungs and space to run, and a warm house to run into when our noses are cold.
A cup of tea and a cuddle in the chair, time to sit and not be rushed.
Time to gather up the moments of the day into an armful of praise to our Father.
And love, love, love, that is poured out, covering, binding all together!
Yes, this is life abundant. To have our days filled with meaning because He means for us to really live, in the midst of all these good and perfect gifts.
And so the striving for something other fades away in the light of this living.
Our fires are lit with contentment, and we are rosy in the glow.