I stepped out of the Guardhouse this morning into a surprisingly cool breeze. It carried the aroma of the freshly cleaned greenery and earth to my face, and caressed it gently, like a mother’s hand. It was already eleven o’clock, but there was no heat. Stepping around the backyard of the Manor, I made my way to the front door. The chiming of the bells in the university tower across the street reached my ears. Each ring seemed to lift my soul like a gay child tugging me along to play, and running about my feet in laughter. I can hardly believe this is real, and all I wish for is to sit and consume this glorious morning the Lord has provided for me; for all of us.
The sky is clear; it is a clear blue I have not remembered seeing since I was younger. The way it compliments the coolness of the air almost screams out in joyous ecstasy. It is days like this I live for; days like this bring my heart to the surface, and I could cry for joy to be allowed to just sit in reverence of it all. Is this what Heaven is like? Does it feel like this? I can only hope. It is the coolness, like fresh water from a brook on tired faces, that stirs my spirit so. It is like His Spirit. It is an answered prayer for cleanliness, and the reply to praises and supplications. Bless Him; praise Him forever for what He has done.
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