It’s quiet, serene, and I know the rest of my day is free. I can do whatever I want—sew, read a book, write this blog, sip a warm drink, or go for a walk. This type of day makes me grateful to be alive. I feel happy and content.
My husband sleeps soundly, finally getting the rest he needs after a hectic week. Hearing him snore is amusingly satisfying.
If I could design my ideal weekend, it would be something like this. My mind would be at peace. I’d be sitting by the beach or in an open field, sipping a cold drink under an umbrella or on a cozy patio, with our dog beside me. The wind would ripple through the waves or dance through the crops. Our dog’s fluffy coat would sway with the breeze, his expression pure joy. My husband would still be resting peacefully inside the house.
A book would be in my hands—a satisfying read, one that uplifts and encourages. I’d feel beautiful in a light dress, the kind that moves with the wind. The sky would be blue, with clouds offering shade from the sun. As the breeze brushes my face, I would be led to pray, thanking God for a full and happy life. Oh, that would be perfect. I would sing for Him, just like I did when I was younger—singing with the wind.
Afterward, I’d step inside. My husband and I would still have good eyesight and hearing (something I never take for granted). I’d see him awake, preparing breakfast, humming a song as he cooked. He loves cooking, and I’d join him since our kitchen is now bigger. As usual, he’d pull me into a dance, and of course, our dog would join us.
For breakfast, we’d have eggs and sausages with bread. Our dog would have the homemade meal my husband prepared—he even makes his own cheese now because he loves it so much. We’d sit together and talk about our plans for the day.
My husband would excitedly share his latest project—maybe woodworking, a new recipe, or a different way to prepare vegetables and meat. I’d see the joy in his eyes, the passion in his voice, and I’d listen gleefully.
Then, I’d tell him about the book I’m reading, how much I’m enjoying it. I’d share my latest sewing project, eager for the person I’m making it for to try it on. I’d talk about a song I heard or even wrote, a beautiful place I’d love us to visit, or an event I attended. Maybe I’d tell him about a new painting, an app idea, or a missionary experience. (I haven’t really thought through everything I want to do yet.) But whatever it is, I know he’d listen happily, just as I do for him.
I hope that whoever holds this dream in their heart will get to live it. God is good to all of us, and I trust that our turn will come. I will keep hoping for mornings like these—mornings filled with peace, love, and God’s presence.
Right now, I can feel His love wrapping around me like a warm hug. No stress, no worries. Just peace.
I love this. I love Him. I feel His love.
Simple. Not complicated. Just content.