the smile that creeps up your face as you are welcomed home after a long day
a home that smells like the answer to a prayer, one you don't even remember praying
the gentle rush of Air on your face as you step into the cool morning dew
the tug at your heart when your child wraps his hand around your finger
the smile of contentment and trust on her face as she cuddles into you while the rain splatter on outside
the desire to seek new challenges with thoughts of home never leaving your mind
the gentle quiet in your heart as you sit and inhale the rich smell of freshly tilled soil
a heart full of gratitude to whatever God has made all these yours
these things money cannot buy…
these are the things we live for.