No Regrets

By Agnes Sligh Turnbull:

"There is only one thing about which I shall have no regrets when my life ends.

I have savored to the full all the small, daily joys.

The bright sunshine on the breakfast table,

the smell of the air at dusk;

the sound of the clock ticking,

the light rains that start gently after midnight;

the hour when the family come home;

Sunday-evening tea before the fire!

Oh, a million little, lovely things.

I have never missed one moment of beauty, nor ever taken it for granted."

We all have a busy weekend ahead of us. A special one. Easter to observe. The death and resurrection of the Lord Jesus Christ to remember. My little gift to you today is to ask you not to leave a comment for this post.

Instead, take your fingers off the keyboard for a few seconds and look around you, at the room you're sitting in, out the window, or at the face of a dear loved one who might be in the room with you now, or down at that patient pet, always at your beck and call. Look at your own hands and notice how capable they are of creating something useful or something beautiful.

For a few moments, savor the beauty right in front of your eyes. And have a blessed Easter.