I'm not sure just how far to follow but this idea does remind me that the pleasures of sunshine on my shoulders, the scent of fresh mown grass, the touch of the breeze on my face, the taste of a fresh salad grown in my own garden, and the color of the clouds in the sunset come as personal gifts for me from God's hand.
"When you die,
God and the angels
will hold you accountable
for all the pleasures
you were allowed in life
that you denied yourself."
ANONYMOUS
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