Smooth stones set in the wet sands of the beach: just one of many little, beautiful things. |
It really is the small things that are the most precious. A little slice of chocolate cake baked by your father, thirty minutes of watching an old, kind of corny TV show with your mom, the first pink blossoms on a peach tree, a rare hour of quietness to read in peace, a special Bible study in which one can hear God's loving voice so clearly. Not huge, extravagant happenings, but small fragments of time you look back on with a smile.
Those kind of moments really can't be planned or engineered. They just happen, and they're special. Isn't that a wonderful thing about life? :)
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