Genuinely Missing Air

Growing up on a farm in a small town in Michigan, I may have worked hard but I loved every minute of it for I breathed fresh air. I loved the air. Oh how I loved the freedom of running through the fields with the dog, just breathing it in. Freedom. Air. Belting out songs of praise to God for it all. Very little is better than that combination. And on rainy days, we had an amazing upright grand piano I could play to my heart’s content. Oh how I miss playing a piano! And this city life is for the birds. If it were my fecision, we would move to a small cottage on a farm or with a lot of land away from all these people and restore my upright piano so I can play again. That would be amazing. Driving down a country road you pretty much have to yourself is just shy of perfection. Air. Freedom. Piano. Country. Praising God. This to me is what heaven looks like. This is what brings me most to life. God is so good to have given me such a glorious taste of it! He knows what He is doing all the time.❤❤❤

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