The End of the Road

I love love love the walk to the end of the road from our house to the mailbox.  The birds singing and chirping, the sound of hopping & crawling critters in the grass, the rustle of the soft wind in the trees, the sound of the dog whirling around me in play, the coolness and crispness of the air on my cheeks.  Thankfulness wells up inside of me for the beauty surrounding  my daily life.  Once, when I was at the end of my road, my Savior, Jesus Christ, met me there, and I accepted His gift of Grace.  He came to give me life and life more abundantly.  He remains.