When I went out to the mail box just now and I had an old feeling of joy that I used to have as a kid. The sky is full of light grey clouds and the wind is blowing crisp air. There is special brilliance about the day that is not seen when the sun is out. I remember being a kid and loving days like this. The crispness of the air and the wind blowing on my face and tossing my hair was a wonderful feeling. Trying to keep my dress down, when I was a kid, wasn't fun but someho w I managed. Girls these days are blessed to be able to wear pants to school. I didn't want to come inside then or today. I just wanted to bask in the crispness of the air and look into the cloudy heavens, thinking how beautiful every day, no matter if it is sunny or cool, windy or calm, wet or dry, is a blessing from God. And, once again I had that thought: "If this beautiful world is tainted, what must heaven be like? How beautiful it must be, and it is a beauty we ...
A blog about the joy in my life.