Why do I feel like I’m holding my breath? Is it okay to sit in joy?
Surrounded by beauty.
Sumptuous.
A feast for the eyes. Lush verdant fields of corn, flowers of orange and red and yellow and blue and purple and white.
My children enjoying the trampoline.
Their noise quiet across the vast yard, mingling with soft tinkles of chimes as a soft wind blows. Fragrance of flowers and grasses and a gentle rain that’s begun to fall.
May I eat of this feast, my Lord? May I drink up this scene?
Ask me, and I will give you living water. Let this transitory moment prepare you to enjoy refreshment that will never end. I have come to fill you to the measure of my joy.
Drink and be satisfied; eat and be sated. The joy you inquire about is merely a step toward eternal bliss. You believe you ask for too much; I say you settle for too little.
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