When I Feel Alive

I feel the most alive when . . .

. . . when I am on the back of a motorcycle, holding onto my man, feeling the wind and sun against my cheeks as we drive through the county. Adrenalin gets you every time that you consider that if something goes wrong . . . yeah. But you feel as though you could reach out and touch the hills that are beside you. Praising your Creator is a natural result.

. . . when I am with my family, talking about the few things in life that actually matter. Those issues that will not be forgotten in the light of eternity.

. . . when I am playing the piano. No one is around and I am singing praises to my Savior and stumbling through the chords.

. . . when I am praying with my husband, hearing his heart before God.

. . . when I am doing something mundane - laundry, dishes, taking a shower - and my mind wanders to what a wonderful husband I have been blessed with.

. . . when I feel my pride wounded and I know that God is squeezing every ounce of "me" out of me so that He can glorify Himself.

. . . when I consider that this life is a mere fleeting breath. Then I can honestly utter the words, "Bring me anything that brings You glory."